[Pacing the room, shaking her hands in the air desperately.] Oh—h—h! ah—h—h!
[The upper part of the folding-doors opens, and Charles appears.]
Charles.
[Mysteriously.] Miss Rose—-
Rose.
What—
Charles.
[Advancing.] I see Sir William h'and the rest descend the stairs. I 'ave been awaitin' the chawnce of 'andin' you this, Miss Rose.
[He produces a dirty scrap of paper, wet and limp, with writing upon it, and gives it to her.]