FREDERIK. Good-morning, Doctor.
DR. MACPHERSON. [Casts a quick, professional glance at PETER.] Peter, I've come over to have a serious word with you. Been on my mind all night. [Brings down a chair and sits opposite PETER.] I—er—Frederik … [FREDERIK, who is not a favourite of the DOCTOR'S, takes the hint and leaves the room.] Peter, have you provided for everybody in this house?
PETER. What? Have I—
DR. MACPHERSON. You're a terrible man for planning, Peter; but what have you done? [Casually.] Were you to die,—say to-morrow,—how would it be with—[Making a gesture to include the household.]—the rest of them?
PETER. What do you mean? If I were to die to-morrow …
DR. MACPHERSON. You won't. Don't worry. Good for a long time yet, but every one must come to it—sooner or later. I mean—what would Katie's position be in this house? I know you've set your heart upon her marrying Frederik, and all that sort of nonsense, but will it work? I've always thought 'twas a pity Frederik wasn't James and James wasn't Frederik.
PETER. What!
DR. MACPHERSON. Oh, it's all very well if she wants Frederik, but supposing she does not. Peter, if you mean to do something for her—do it now.
PETER. Now? You mean that I—You mean that I might … die?
DR. MACPHERSON. All can and do.