Kate. Oh! (in opening, R.C.)
Phil. (off L.) Beatrice!
Kate. My brother’s voice—if I were found here now!
Phil. (nearer) Beatrice!
(Kate retreats out of sight, R.)
Enter Philip, L.D. (Philip goes down L. to L.C.)
Phil. Not here? Where can she be? (watch) Good gracious, I’ve been asleep for nearly three hours. (yawning) Well, I suppose she won’t be very long; (Kate appears again, watching Philip, who sits on sofa) Ah, there’s the medicine! That last dose, which old Lund said was so particular. I’d forgotten all about it. But Mousey hadn’t. She forgets nothing—nothing! (rises) Well, the sooner I take it, the sooner it’s over. (about to drink)
Kate. (rushing forward) Philip! Stop! (music stops)
Phil. Kate? (sets down the glass)