Lukyn.
[Peering through the curtains.] It is still bearing him. What’s his weight? Surely he can’t scale over ten stone. Lord, how wet he is!
Agatha Posket.
Colonel Lukyn!
Lukyn.
[Leaving the window sharply.] Madam, command me!
Agatha Posket.
Colonel Lukyn, we knew each other at Baroda twenty years ago.
Lukyn.