Rapkin's Voice.
Turned off the lights, 'as he? But I'll talk to 'im when I see 'im!
Mrs. Rapkin's Voice.
Don't let go of my 'and, Rapkin! I know there's some o' them nasty niggers about!
Rapkin's Voice.
'Im and his bloomin' niggers and Arabian 'alls! [Bawling.] Mr. Ventimore! You 'ear me!
[The stage has been growing gradually lighter, and Mr. and Mrs. Rapkin are seen standing together in the room in which the play opened.
Horace.
[Appearing at bedroom door on right, in smoking suit, holding candle.] Perfectly. [Blandly.] Anything the matter, Rapkin?
Rapkin.