Hel. And where are they now?
Hat. Number one is on the roof.
Innings enters R.
Inn. (entering) I say, it’s awful, you know, there’s a crowd collecting in front of the house; I think they imagine it’s a sleep-walking seance——
Shouts of mob off L.; all run to window except Innings and Hattie.
Hel. (returning) What do they want?
Corn. What’s the matter? What is it?
Inn. One of the Miftons, the Governess, is on the tiles.
Shouts; same business as before.
Hel. What a disgrace!