Making for the door. I’ll have sma’ whiskeyan’ soda.
He goes along the landing and down the stairs.
Bland.
Following him. No, no! Bertie! Bertie——!
Jimmie.
Seated in the arm-chair by the centre table—to Roper. Stop it. We’ll have trouble enough to get that boy home as it is.
Roper hurries out after Bland and Fulkerson. Von Rettenmayer and de Castro also move to the door.
Von Rettenmayer.
To Enid, who is sitting with Gabrielle on the settee. Enid——?
Enid.