What do you mean?
Blond.
It is not at all safe. Don’t use it.
[Lukyn stands horror-stricken; Blond goes out. Heavy rain is heard.
Lukyn.
[After some nervous glances at the window, wiping perspiration from his forehead.] I am honoured, Mrs. Posket, by this visit—though for a moment—I can’t imagine——
Agatha Posket.
Colonel Lukyn, we drove to Cork Street to your lodgings, and there your servant told us you were supping at the Hotel des Princes, with a friend. No one will be shown into this room while we are here?
Lukyn.