MABEL. [After a moment's struggle] Oh! No! No, no! I'll follow—I'll come out to you there.
DANCY. D'you mean you'll stick to me?
MABEL. Of course I'll stick to you.
DANCY seizes her hand and puts it to his lips. The bell rings.
MABEL. [In terror] Who's that?
The bell rings again. DANCY moves towards the door.
No! Let me!
She passes him and steals out to the outer door of the flat, where she stands listening. The bell rings again. She looks through the slit of the letter-box. While she is gone DANCY stands quite still, till she comes back.
MABEL. Through the letter-bog—I can see——It's—it's police. Oh!
God! . . . Ronny! I can't bear it.
DANCY. Heads up, Mab! Don't show the brutes!