amy o'connell. Oh! . .
trebell. What does it matter?
amy o'connell. I'm untidy or something . .
She slips out, for they are close to the window. The footman enters, stops suddenly.
the footman. I beg your pardon, sir. I thought everyone had gone.
trebell. I've just been for a walk. I'll lock up if you like.
the footman. I can easily wait up, sir.
trebell. [At the window.] I wouldn't. What do you do . . just slide the bolt?
the footman. That's all, sir.
trebell. I see. Good-night.