Rod. When you’ve been a ghost for a considerable time it’s astonishing how foggy you become!
The acting copy now also dispenses with the equally ingenious quibbles which appeared to give offence to the audience on the first night, as follows:—
Robin. Stop a bit—both of you.
Rod. This intrusion is unmannerly.
Han. I’m surprised at you.
Robin. I can’t stop to apologise—an idea has just occurred to me. A Baronet of Ruddygore can only die through refusing to commit his daily crime.
Rod. No doubt.
Robin. Therefore, to refuse to commit a daily crime is tantamount to suicide!
Rod. It would seem so.
Robin. But suicide is, itself, a crime—and so, by your own showing, you ought none of you to have ever died at all!