BOX. Yours!
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?
MRS. B. Gone!