An' what's that, what's that?
MRS. HOLROYD (sharply)
Hush!
GRANDMOTHER (crying)
Why, what?
[Mrs. Holroyd opens the door. In the silence can be heard the pulsing of the fan engine, then the driving engine chuffs rapidly: there is a shirr of brakes on the rope as it descends.
MRS. HOLROYD
That's twice they've sent the chair down—I wish we could see.... Hark!
GRANDMOTHER
What is it?