De Castro.
Clapping his hand to his mouth. Oh——!
They glance at Jeyes who, hearing de Castro’s remark, has left the window and come forward a step or two.
Roper.
Uneasily. Er—good-bye, Nicko.
De Castro.
To Jeyes, in the same way. G-good-bye.
Jeyes.
To both, dryly. Good-bye.
Bland.