Horsham. [Patiently impatient.] No, no ... here.
Wedgecroft. Let me go.
Horsham. [To the injured Edmunds.] Wait ... wait.
Wedgecroft. I'll put him au fait. I shan't come back.
Horsham. [Gratefully.] Yes, yes. [Then to Edmunds who is waiting with perfect dignity.] Yes ... yes ... yes.
Edmunds departs and Wedgecroft makes for the library door, glad to escape.
O'Connell. If you are not busy at this hour, Wedgecroft, I should be grateful if you'd wait for me. I shall keep you, I think, but a very few minutes.
Wedgecroft. [In his most matter-of-fact tone.] All right, O'Connell.
He goes into the library.
Cantelupe. Don't you think, Cyril, it would be wiser to prevent your man coming into the room at all while we're discussing this?