Yes, Colonel.
Lukyn.
Good gracious, Blond! What’s that?
Blond.
The rain outside. It is cats and dogs.
Lukyn.
[Horrified.] By George, is it? [To himself, looking towards window.] Poor devil! [To Blond.] There isn’t any method of getting off that balcony, is there?
Blond.
No—unless by getting on to it.
Lukyn.