Pin. (Jumping up.) Oh, I’d forgot.
[PINKEY seizes the coal-scuttle, and, in his confusion, is about to empty its contents into MISS SKYLARK’S lap.
Miss Sky. (Rising.) What are you doing, sir?
All. Mr. Pinkey!
Pin. (Running to his chair.) I—I—don’t know what I’m doing. I—want to go home. I’m a little out of sorts—and——
[A loud knocking heard.
Nig. (Starts.) That’s very like her knock. Do you expect another visitor, Miss Snare?
Miss Sna. (Rising, and going to F.E.L.) No I do not. (Looking off.) It’s a friend of your’s, Mr. Niggle. Pray walk in, Miss Coy; pray walk in.
Nig. It is she.
Dam. Don’t be alarmed, I am with you—don’t be alarmed.