Sir P. (rises) Then marry her, and don’t bother me about it.
Nor. But I’m as poor as a rat, and I can’t afford——
Sir P. Then, don’t marry her. (crosses R.C.)
Nor. (rises and follows Sir Peter) But it has reached my ears, that Selwyn’s going to leave her everything. (Sir Peter pricks up his ears) If that is really so, it would suit my book to a T; and I thought you might know something about it.
Sir P. Well, sir?
Nor. And tell me.
Sir P. In what capacity? As a physician?
Nor. No—as a friend.
Sir P. As Mr. Selwyn’s friend—betray his confidence?
Nor. No—as my friend.