Twitters. Heavy?
Charles. Yes, you see it is quite full of water. I’m afraid of wetting the carpet, you see.
Clara. Why! Sure enough! We forgot to water the flowers!
Twitters. Forgot it, eh? Young people have queer memories, nowadays. Put that confounded thing in the hall, Charles. You are a medical man. How do you account for the curious prevalence of sudden death?
Charles (returning from hall door). Why, I haven’t thought much about it.
Twitters. The newspapers talk about arsenic in wall papers. Nonsense, don’t you think so?
Charles (soaring to professional fluency). Not a bit of it. Arsenic is the most deadly of drugs.
Twitters. Oh, you don’t say so?
Clara. What a disagreeable subject! Come to breakfast, papa dear. (At table.)
Twitters. Stop, Clara, we are not ready for food; I am interested in this matter. How deadly is arsenic—how much would kill?