Mr. F. More than an hour and a half ago.
Dr. G. I don’t believe it was poison at all. I see no signs of it.
Mr. F. But I saw the label.
Dr. G. Let me see the bottle. (Mrs. F. brings the bottle from closet, L. Dr. G. smells of the mixture, and then prepares to taste it.)
Mrs. F. Oh, don’t taste it, doctor. It may be the death of you too.
(The doctor lifts the bottle to his lips.)
Dr. G. This is not poison. It is cough-drops, as I expected. Moreover, it is some that I mixed myself, and I know there’s no poison in it. But how came that label on it?
Mrs. F. I prepared the label just before I went away, and told Mary to paste it on the bottle of laudanum. But it seems she must have pasted it on the wrong bottle.
Mr. F. (eagerly). And haven’t I swallowed poison, after all?
Dr. G. (dryly). Not unless you’ve taken it from some other bottle.