[Pointing to the window.] There.
Sir Tristram.
[Peeping through the curtains.] You’re right. Some people moving about the garden.
Georgiana.
Tris! The horse!
Sir Tristram.
They’re not near the stables. They’re coming in here. Hush! We’ll clear out and watch!
[Sir Tristram takes the candlestick and they go out leaving the room in darkness. The curtains at the window are pushed aside, and Salome and Sheba enter; both in their fancy dresses.
Salome.
[In a rage, lighting the candles on the mantelpiece.] Oh! oh! oh!