PIKE
[with gravity, yet smiling faintly]
I shouldn't be surprised if that was the name for it. Yes, sir, all the way from Indiana.
[ETHEL utters a low cry of fear.]
[HORACE, having secured his hat, is just rising to go, drops back into his chair with a stifled exclamation of dismay.]
[HAWCASTLE lays his paper flat on table. All this instantaneous.][pg 057]
HAWCASTLE
By Jove!
[They all stare at PIKE.]
PIKE