FLAMM
Why then our properties adjoin! [He lays down the barrels of the gun, searches in his pockets for a bunch of keys and then calls out through the door:] Minna! Come and wheel your mistress out!
[Resignedly though unable to control his disquiet, he sits down at the desk.
MRS. FLAMM
A very chivalrous man! But he's in the right! I'm in the way just now! [To the neat maid who has come in and stepped behind her.] Come, my girl, wheel me into the den. An' you might well pin up your hair more smoothly.
MRS. FLAMM and the MAID disappear in the den.