[Going to arch down on right.] I expect it's through here.
[As he goes out, Rapkin enters from the arch on left of central arch. He is respectably dressed—type of elderly retired butler; just now he is slightly and solemnly fuddled.
Mrs. Rapkin.
William, this is a pretty state o' things!
Rapkin.
What's marrer, M'rire? I'm all ri'. On'y bin a-improvin' o' my mind in Public Libery.
Mrs. Rapkin.
Public Libery, indeed! You and your Public Libery.
Rapkin.
It's pos'tive fac'. Bin p'rusin' En-ensicklypejia Britannia.