Pringle.
[As they stop once more.] Vocal as well as instrumental, eh? Are they going to give us any more little things like that, Ventimore?
Horace.
No. Not if I know it! They've done now!
[At this the music starts again, louder and more discordant than ever.
Professor Futvoye.
[Springing to his feet in a fury, and shouting.] Ventimore! You must put a stop to this abominable din! Do you hear? I can't and won't put up with it!
Horace.
[Rising, and going to the Musicians.] Here, you chaps! Hi! That's enough! [He claps his hands.] Get out! Get out!