Ginger. Who’s going to win?
Jawbones. One of ’em.
(Lady Mogton has entered. She has come from the room where they are counting the votes.)
Shut that door! (He glances over his shoulder, sees his mistake.) Beg pardon! (To himself.) Thought ’twas the other fool!
Lady Mogton. (She shuts the door. To Ginger.) Have you seen Mrs. Chilvers?
Ginger. Not since the afternoon, your ladyship.
Lady Mogton. She is coming, I suppose?
Ginger. I think so, your ladyship.
Lady Mogton. It’s very cold in here, Gordon.
Jawbones. Yes, my lady. Not what I call a cosy room.