[Mrs. Holroyd stands at bay. The Grandmother half rises. Rigley and Blackmore efface themselves as much as possible. A man backs into the room, bearing the feet of the dead man, which are shod in great pit boots. As the head bearer comes awkwardly past the table, the coat with which the body is covered slips off, revealing Holroyd in his pit-dirt, naked to the waist.
MANAGER (a little stout, white-bearded man)
Mind now, mind. Ay, missis, what a job, indeed, it is! (Sharply) Where mun they put him?
MRS. HOLROYD (turning her face aside from the corpse)
Lay him on the rug.
MANAGER
Steady now, do it steady.
SECOND BEARER (rising and pressing back his shoulders) By Guy, but 'e 'ings heavy.
MANAGER