There's no door open, sir.
(The four come forward, the butler and maids briskly, George Egerton more slowly and with a sort of defiance. They, too, pass out right)
Voices.
(From the walls)
Sam! Sam! Sam!
(The sighs are repeated)
Harry Egerton.
My father! O my father!
(The mountain lion upon the newel-post spits the light from his mouth and it breaks upon the floor. The monster then gets down)
Lion.