[Relieved.] I say, what a sensible woman you are! Of course! I never thought of that!
Mrs. Rapkin.
[Still looking out, while the chant finishes with a few shouts, as though a halt were called.] They seem to be stopping outside the 'ouse. Them camuels have folded up, and all the niggers as is with them is a kneelin' down with their noses on the kerbstone!
Horace.
[Uncomfortably.] They're only resting. Come away and don't take any notice. They'll move on presently.
Mrs. Rapkin.
[Still at window.] But they're unpackin' the camuels now! And—well, if they ain't bringing everythink in 'ere!
[She retreats to behind the table.
Horace.