Yardsley (aside). I’m glad you don’t.
Barlow. What say?
Yardsley. I didn’t say anything. Why should I say anything? I haven’t anything to say. If people who had nothing to say would not insist upon talking, you’d be—
Dorothy. I heard the poor girl weeping down-stairs, and when I went to the dumbwaiter to ask her what was the matter, I heard—I heard a man’s voice.
Yardsley. Man’s voice?
Barlow. Man’s voice is what Miss Andrews said.
Dorothy. Yes; it was Hicks, our coachman, and he was dreadfully angry about something.
Yardsley (sinking into chair). Good Lord! Hicks! Angry! At—something!
Dorothy. He was threatening to kill somebody.
Yardsley. This grows worse and worse! Threatening to kill somebody! D-did-did you o-over-overhear huh-huh-whom he was going to kuk-kill?