Hop. Here, take the light and go in softly, and see if Mr. Hillary is awake.
Bill. What's wrong with him?
Hop. You ought to know; he's very ill.
Bill. Ill! He? Not a healthier man than him in here.
Hop. What!
Gordon (at the door). I tell you, don't disturb him.
Winth. It is essential. (To Bill)—Call Mr. Hillary.
[Exit Bill: pushes past Gordon with lantern. He is heard shouting, "Here, git up! Whar's Hillary? You thar! Get up!" A confused sound of voices: then Bill says loudly, "Here, whar is he? None of your damned jokes!" The voices grow louder. [Enter Bill, hurriedly.
Bill (excited). He's not in thar! Look 'round the room. Ain't he in here!