[Within.] What do you want? Who’s there?
Vale.
Occupied—never mind—I’ll find my way somewhere.
[There is a knock; Vale draws back.
Blond.
[Without.] Colonel, are you alone? The ladies.
Lukyn.
One moment. Deuce take it, Vale! The ladies don’t want to be seen. By George—I remember. There’s a little balcony to that window; step out for a few moments—keep quiet—I shan’t detain you—it’s nothing important—husband must have had a fit or something.
Vale.
Oh, certainly!