Kate. It’s poison! (R. of sofa)
Phil. Poison?
Re-enter Beatrice, R.I.D.
Kate. Yes! (hysterically) She is killing you!
Phil. (confounded) Who?
Kate. Beatrice! (Philip drops into sofa) Your wife! (sobs at his feet. Philip sits as if stunned. Beatrice stands, surveying them. Pause. Beatrice rings the alarm bell—Kate springs to her feet. Re-enter Sir Peter, R.I.D. Kate goes up to C., Philip rises and goes L. Lights worked up imperceptibly)
Sir P. Who rang the bell? (crosses to R. of table)
Re-enter Lord Normantower, R.I.D.
Bea. I rang!
Nor. (R.C.) What is the matter?