Bea. If it is poisoned—she has poisoned it.
Sir P. But when? Besides, you would have seen her—you were watching. This was not poisoned, when I left the room.
Bea. It must have been!
Sir P. I think not—and I tested it. (advances to C., behind sofa)
Bea. I didn’t see you.
Sir P. No—I took care you shouldn’t. (pause)
Bea. You suspected me!
Sir P. From the beginning.
Bea. This is a plot to ruin me! (Beatrice crosses to Philip who disregards her. Sir Peter goes to R.C., L. of Lord Normantower) Philip, you don’t believe this hideous charge? (Philip makes no movement—she draws back, up L. to back of table, and stands at bay) What was Miss Derwent doing in the room? If she is innocent, why was she hiding here?
Sir P. Perhaps I can throw some light upon that matter. (Beatrice confronts Sir Peter) I brought Miss Derwent here. (going up to C., Kate comes to him)