Yes, sir, at once, sir! [noise of window going down]
Here, sir, I'll light the candles. I'm right sorry, sir. Now, where did I put my flint? Ah, here it is. There you are, sir. I'm right sorry I put you out, sir. I didn't think—
ANDROS
Fool! Now, Treat, hand me the charter.
TREAT
The charter—why, sir—you had it.
ANDROS
Had it? What are you talking about?
TREAT
Why, sir! I saw you put your hand on it the moment the lights went out.