WELLWYN. Well, Ann, naturally I——
ANN. [Jumping on to the dais with disgust.] Oh, dear! When I'm trying to get you away from all this atmosphere. I don't so much mind the Vicar knowing, because he's got a weak heart——
[She jumps off again. ]
WELLWYN. [To himself.] Seventh floor! I felt there was something.
ANN. [Preparing to go.] I'm going round now. But you must stay here till the van comes back. And don't forget you tipped the men after the first load.
WELLWYN. Oh! Yes, yes. [Uneasily.] Good sorts they look, those fellows!
ANN. [Scrutinising him.] What have you done?
WELLWYN. Nothing, my dear, really——!
ANN. What?
WELLWYN. I—I rather think I may have tipped them twice.