You've got a chance now of getting out of it all, and—(He looks at his watch) Good Lord!
KATE. Is the five minutes over?
NORWOOD. Quick, quick! (He puts his fingers to his lips) Quietly. (He walks on tiptoe to the door.)
KATE. Cyril!
NORWOOD. H'sh!
KATE (sitting down again). It's no good, Cyril, I must wait for him.
(The door opens, and NORWOOD starts back quickly as DENNIS comes in.)
DENNIS (looking at his watch). Innings declared closed. (To NORWOOD) The dining-room is nicely warmed now, and I've left you an evening paper.
NORWOOD (going to KATE). Look here, Mr. Camberley, Kate and I—
DENNIS. Mrs. Camberley, no doubt, will tell me.