MRS. HOLROYD
Doesn't he look awful?
BLACKMORE
It's more mark than mar. It isn't much, really.
[He is busy taking off Holroyd's collar and tie, unfastening the waistcoat, the braces and the waist buttons of the trousers; he then proceeds to unlace the drunken man's boots.
MRS. HOLROYD (who has been watching closely)
I shall never get him upstairs.
BLACKMORE
He can sleep here, with a rug or something to cover him. You don't want him—upstairs?