Court! I’m totally unfit for business! totally unfit for business!
[Mr. Wormington hurries him off through the curtains. Lugg enters, almost breathless.
Lugg.
We’ve got charge one in the Dock—all four of ’em. [Seeing Wyke.] Hallo! you back again!
Wyke.
Yes—seems so. [They stand facing each other, dabbing their foreheads with their handkerchiefs.] Phew! you seem warm.
Lugg.
Phew! you don’t seem so cool.
Wyke.