Tom. You’ve got it, Ned?
Nor. Miss Derwent has just given it me.
Tom. I say, let’s drown one another! You go first! (puts Normantower across up towards R.U.D.)
Nor. No, thank you, Tom. I’ll go and make things up. (exit, R.U.D.)
Re-enter Sir Peter, R.I.D., lost in thought, he goes up a little, R.C.
Tom. (down C., turning—seeing Sir Peter) Sir Peter—the very man—I say, Sir Peter! (turns up to Sir Peter)
Sir P. Mr. Verinder?
Tom. Aren’t you a doctor?
Sir P. I had the honour to belong to the medical profession before you were born.
Tom. A lot of things seem to have happened before I was born—and everybody takes care to let me know it.