[Salome unfastens the window.
Darbey.
[Outside.] Thank you. Don’t be shocked when you see Tarver.
Tarver and Darbey enter, dressed for the Races, but Darbey is supporting Tarver, who looks extremely weakly.
Tarver.
Pardon this informal method of presenting ourselves.
Salome.
You do well, gentlemen, to intrude upon two feeble women at a moment of sorrow.
Sheba.
One step further, and I shall ask Major Tarver, who is nearest the bell, to ring for help.