Rose.
[Looking out.] Why, what a clatter you and Mr. Wrench have been making———-!
Mrs. Mossop.
[Beckoning her mysteriously.] Come here, dear.
Rose.
[Closing the center door, and entering the room wonderingly.] Eh?
Mrs. Mossop.
[In awe.] Sir William Gower!
Rose.
Sir William.