Make a bold plunge, do! The odour of cooking here, to a hungry woman, is maddening.
[Vale softly opens the window and comes into the recess, but remains concealed by the curtain.
Vale.
[To himself.] This is too bad of Lukyn! I’m wet to the skin and frightfully hungry! Who the deuce are these women?
Agatha Posket.
Colonel Lukyn!
Lukyn.
Madam. [Listening.] No crash yet.
Agatha Posket.