The Big Drum: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Sir Randle.

You, my darling?

Ottoline.

[Steadying herself by resting her finger-tips upon the table.] The—the explanation is that Mr. Westrip—[with a wan smile] poor boy—he would jump into the sea for me if I bade him—the explanation is that Mr. Westrip has been—helping me——

Lady Filson.

Helping you——?

Sir Randle.

Helping you——?

Ottoline.

[Inclining her head.] Helping me. He—he—— [Raising her eyes defiantly and confronting them all.] Écoutez! Robbie Roope has asked who is the actual tenant of the cellar and room in Carmichael Lane. [Breathing deeply.] I am.