I think we all shall. [There is a sudden noise, as of some one falling down a couple of stairs. They start and listen.]
GIRLS.
Oh!
MALLORY.
What's that?
ERMYNTRUDE.
[Looking out at door.'] Here's Admiral Rankling! [There is a suppressed exclamation with a silent scamper to the further end of the room.]
MALLORY.
[Indignantly.] What the deuce does a respectable man want out of bed at this unearthly hour?