My dear Vale, I am dreadfully sorry to bother you. Two ladies, one the wife of a very old friend of mine, have followed me here and want half a dozen words with me alone. I am in your hands—how can I manage it?
Vale.
My dear fellow, don’t mention it. Let me go into another room.
Lukyn.
Thank you, very much. You’re so hungry too. Where’s the waiter? Confound him, he’s gone!
Vale.
All right. I’ll pop in here.
[He passes behind sofa and tries the door leading into the other room.
Cis.