[Gadd, Avonia, Colpoys, and Wrench gather, the men hastily putting on their coats, etc.]
Avonia.
Where's my umbrella?
Gadd.
A hand with my coat here!
Colpoys.
'Pon my soul! London artists——!
Avonia.
We don't want to remain where we're not heartily welcome, I can assure everybody.