Bea. And breaking glass is so unlucky.
(Servants cross and offer coffee to Philip, who takes a cup without milk and sugar, Sir Peter not noticing. They then pass behind to Sir Peter, who takes coffee. Price clears Kate’s cup from the table, then crosses, followed by Servant and exeunt R.U.D.)
Phil. Mousey, you’ll make Sir Peter laugh at you. (Normantower talks to Kate)
Sir P. Why should I?
Phil. Surely you don’t believe in luck? (takes coffee)
Sir P. Everybody believes in luck, except fools, who attribute their successes to their merits. My experience teaches me differently. I know, one may study a case for a week, and master it only by accident—as I have mastered yours. (exeunt Servants)
Bea. (rises) You’ve mastered Philip’s? (goes to C.)
Sir P. Yes. As I suspected. Liver.
Bea. Ah! Then, after all, it is only dyspepsia?