Sir P. It is impossible to know too much.
Tom. Then, tell me. What’s the pleasantest way of committing suicide?
Sir P. Hem! The question is scarcely usual. I regret to say, the etiquette of my profession precludes me from replying. (mock bow. Goes up C.)
Tom. Pompous old ass! I don’t believe he knows. (goes to L.C.)
Re-enter Mildred, R.U.D., with an open book in her hand.
Mil. Tom, Tom! (comes down R.C.)
Tom. What’s that you’ve got?
Mil. “Kennedy on Poisons.” (reading from book. Sir Peter listens) I found it in Miss Derwent’s dressing-room.
Tom. Just what we wanted—let me have a look.
Sir P. (advancing) Give me that book. (between them. Mildred draws book away)