It's the truth, an' you know it.
BLACKMORE (conciliatory)
You'll rouse the children. You'll rouse the children, at this hour.
HOLROYD (suddenly quiet)
Not me—not if I know it. I shan't disturb 'em—bless 'em.
[He staggers to his armchair and sits heavily.
BLACKMORE
Shall I light the lamp?
MRS. HOLROYD
No, don't trouble. Don't stay any longer, there's no need.