Jarvis. Sh! Don't make any noise.
Princess. (Winding her dressing gown closely about her and coming a little way into the room) What do you want?
Jarvis. Silence!
Princess. (Switches on lamp on right table) How dare you enter!
Jarvis. Sh! Not a sound—do you understand?
Voice Off. (r.) What's the row?
Second Voice. (r.) Somebody fired a pistol.
Princess. What right—?
Jarvis. Quiet!
Voice. Where'd he go? Look on the fire-escape.