Sir P. Thank you. (she goes L. and exits. Sir Peter watches her off, then goes to back of table and tastes the medicine in the glass, he puts it down, turns quickly, back to door L. signals towards door R., which he has left ajar; enter Kate, R.I.D.) Into there! (pointing to conservatory) Quick! (off R.C.)
Kate. But what am I to do? Why have you brought me here? (going up R.C., Sir Peter L. of her)
Sir P. Keep your ears open, and you’ll understand. (exit Kate into conservatory, R., Kate in conservatory upsets a pot) That’s her confounded train.
Re-enter Beatrice, L.D., comes down L. to L.C.
Bea. What was that noise?
Sir P. (at door of conservatory) Ten thousand pardons: I’ve upset a flowerpot. (comes down to C.)
Bea. You’ve been in the conservatory?
Sir P. Yes—to make sure that nobody was listening. In a case like this, one cannot be too careful.
Bea. Sir Peter, you alarm me. What dreadful secret are you going to tell me? (goes to sofa)