MRS. CURTIS
Yes, dear.
LANCELOT (piteously)
Oh—oh, pshaw!
MRS. BRIGGS (calling back)
Lancelot!
LANCELOT (meekly)
Yes’m.
(He goes dismally across to the left entrance and pauses. Ingoldsby and Mrs. Briggs have withdrawn, preceding him.)
MRS. CURTIS (as he pauses)