WELLWYN. But what's to be done with him? One can't turn him out in this state.
FERRAND. If you wish to leave him 'ere, Monsieur, have no fear. I charge myself with him.
WELLWYN. Oh! [Dubiously.] You—er—I really don't know, I—hadn't contemplated—You think you could manage if I—if I went to bed?
FERRAND. But certainly, Monsieur.
WELLWYN. [Still dubiously.] You—you're sure you've everything you want?
FERRAND. [Bowing.] 'Mais oui, Monsieur'.
WELLWYN. I don't know what I can do by staying.
FERRAND. There is nothing you can do, Monsieur. Have confidence in me.
WELLWYN. Well-keep the fire up quietly—very quietly. You'd better take this coat of mine, too. You'll find it precious cold, I expect, about three o'clock. [He hands FERRAND his Ulster.]
FERRAND. [Taking it.] I shall sleep in praying for you, Monsieur.