SMITHERS. [With a jerk of the head.] Missis is telling him to do it.
WILLIAM. [On all fours, crawling about.] Very like her voice, too, when she's angry. Drat the thing! Where can it be?
[He peers into the coal-scuttle.
SMITHERS. No good looking in there, stupid.
WILLIAM. They always say it's the unlikeliest places—
[MARTIN, the butler, comes in.
MARTIN. Come, come, haven't you found it?
WILLIAM. No, Mr. Martin. It ain't here.
MARTIN. [Bustling about.] Must be, must be. She says—
WILLIAM. I can't help what she says. It ain't.