Car. What is she doing on the roof?
Hat. I don’t know, the step ladder was there, and she ran up through the skylight, she’s calling out Phœbus! Phœbus! and waving her arms about like this. (Hattie down R., and comes over again)
Hel. Tell her to come down.
Corn. She must belong to some new sect that has taken up the old Pagan idolatry.
Inn. Yes! That’s it! She’s calling on the gods.
Shouts; all to window again.
Car. But why up there—why upon the roof?
Hat. Thinks she’s getting nearer to ’em, up there.
Corn. Tell her to try the upper story of a residential flat.