All right! (To Rupert.) I think I know now where he is, and I’m going to have him out.
MRS. CURTIS (gasping, then imploringly)
Please stop!
INGOLDSBY (halting)
Why?
MRS. CURTIS (weakly)
It’s a friend of mine.
LANCELOT (apprehensively)
A friend of yours?
MRS. CURTIS