Phil. I expect him every minute.
Bea. Then, there’s no time to be lost. I’ll bring it you at once. (goes L.)
Phil. I’m doing right, aren’t I, mousey? (R. end of sofa facing her)
Bea. In what way? (at door L.)
Phil. In making this new will.
Bea. You always do right, Philip.
Phil. I have your acquiescence?
Bea. Certainly.
Phil. Then, I will lose no time. It shall be made to-day.
Exit Beatrice, L.D.