Sir P. (off) It’s I—Sir Peter Lund! (she puts away the phial)
Bea. What an escape! (unlocks the door and smiles sweetly) Come in, Sir Peter. (enter Sir Peter, R.I.D., leaving door ajar and holding the book behind his back) I was just getting Philip’s medicine. (goes to L., crossing behind sofa and table)
Sir P. (R.C.) So I see. (aside) It’s all right. I’m in time—(puts book down on piano)
Bea. I scarcely expected to see you again to-night. Do you want Philip? (on knees, mending fire)
Sir P. No, Mrs. Selwyn, it is you I want. (goes to C.)
Bea. Me?
Sir P. I have something of the greatest importance to tell you. First, let me make sure that my patient cannot overhear us. (goes towards L.D., back of sofa)
Bea. (rises) He was asleep just now. (goes up L. to door)
Sir P. But he may have awakened.
Bea. Shall I see?