The Big Drum: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Lady Filson.

[Arranging her skirt and settling herself majestically.] Of this we may be perfectly sure; when my son finds that he has been misled, purposely or unintentionally, he will be only too ready—too ready——

Sir Randle.

[Leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.] That goes without saying, Winifred. A gentleman—an English gentleman——

Bertram.

[Who is watching the vestibule door—over his shoulder, snappishly.] Oh, of course, father, if it turns out that I've been sold, I'll eat humble-pie abjectly.

Roope.

[Shaking a finger at Bertram.] Ha, ha! I hope you've brought a voracious appetite with you, dear excellent friend.

Bertram.

[To Roope, exasperated.] Look heah, Mr. Roope——!