What’s the matter?
Shafto.
I thought so. It’s your wife. [There is a moment’s pause, then an excited movement from John.] Stop! [A pause.] What are you going to do?
John.
[Dazed.] Do!... do!...
Shafto.
Not anything stoopid, Jack?
John.
[Excitedly.] Clear out for a minute, you two fellows.
[Shafto goes up the steps and into the library, drawing the portière across the door as he disappears.