Trebell. Here's somebody coming.
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.