Dr. A. On what?
But. On her hands and knees, like a quadruped, sir.
Dr. A. Have you searched her?
But. (shocked). No, sir, I have not searched her.
Dr. A. Well, well, I mean has she been searched?
But. (with dignity). I put my hand in her pocket, sir, and I looked under her shawl.
Dr. A. Well, you didn’t search her, but you put your hand in her pocket, and you looked under her shawl. What did you find there?
But. A decanter of sherry, sir. (Producing it.)
Dr. A. (to Mrs. V. B.) Your sherry, Mrs. Van Brugh?
But. Our sherry, Dr. Athelney.