tozer staggers from the dining-room drunker than ever. He falls against the baluster and waves his arms.
mr. tozer. Silence there for the corpse!
mr. crowe. You beast!
mr. tozer. Respect my cloth . . Mr. Prestige.
mr. crowe. That's not my name.
mr. tozer. I'll have you to know that I'm Sir George Leete's baronet's most boon companion and her la'ship never goes nowhere without me. [He subsides into a chair.]
lady leete. [Tearfully.] Snuff.
From the dining-room comes ann; her head bent. She is crossing the hall when sarah follows, calling her.
sarah. Ann!