Cox. Yours!
[Both run to door, L. C., and eagerly listen.
Box. Hark—she’s coming up stairs!
Cox. Shut the door!
[They slam the door, and both lean up against it with their backs.
Mrs. B. [Without, and knocking.] Mr. Cox! Mr. Cox!
Cox. [Shouting.] I’ve just stepped out!
Box. So have I!
Mrs. B. Mr. Cox! [Pushing at the door—Cox and Box redouble their efforts to keep their door shut.] Open the door! It’s only me—Mrs. Bouncer!
Cox. Only you? Then where’s the lady?