[Exit, R.
Tim. I’m wid yees. If there’s to be a shindy, count me in.
[Exit, R.
Loop. Monsieur, I be vat you call in ze dark ver much all over.
Pic. Yaw, it pe all covered mit de dark like de moonshine. [Exit Loopstitch and Picket, R.
Hor. What a set of stupid donkeys! If they manage to circumvent my respected parent, I’ll forgive them. (Exchanges jacket for coat, and puts on hat. Stage dark.) How dark it is!
Clap. (Outside, R.) You’re very prompt, sir.
Eben. (Outside, R.) I am always prompt. Is the room ready?
Clap. (Outside, R.) Yes, sir; walk this way.