[Sounds as before, rather louder.
Mrs. Futvoye.
Oh, that? That's nothing, nothing! The Professor is merely shifting some of the furniture.
Jessie.
[Evidently devoured by curiosity.] Won't he find it too much for him, madam? Perhaps I might be able to help.
[She makes a movement towards the sliding-doors.
Mrs. Futvoye.
You're not to go in there! You know your master allows nobody to touch his things. I can't have him disturbed.
[More stamping and banging—then a crash of broken glass.