SHEILA. He knows well enough, Edgar.
EDGAR. Come on then. Is mother downstairs?
ADA. I think so. Leonard, you might open the window; the room’s close.
LEONARD. Now, Ada, you know it’s not my business to open the window. I always leave this kind of thing to experts.
ADA. Well, ring for Mary.
LEONARD. Oh! no. I’ll do it. [He goes rather hastily to open the window. The others go out. He stands looking out of the window. MARY BROOME enters dubiously. She looks round the room and presently sees him. She advances quickly towards him and he turns round.]
LEONARD. Oh! I say!
MARY. You’re packing a bag. What for? You can’t be going away?
LEONARD. Now you mustn’t stop here. Anyone may come in.
MARY. After what I told you, you’re going away? You couldn’t do that.