Pil. The suggestion is most judicious. (they both start for the door; Pillenger stops Dorvaston) I think, Captain Dorvaston, I will precede you by a few minutes. The stairs have a tendency to creak, and would certainly do so under our combined weight. Good-night.
Dor. Good-night, sir.
Pil. (is going but pauses) With your permission I will remove my boots. (he does so) It would not be fair to disturb the household. Good-night! (he goes out with a boot in each hand, and his hat under his arm)
Dor. (crosses and sits R.) By George! then the governor was there all the time.
Car. Yes, I was well provided with chaperonage. (turns to mantel and puts gas out, takes candlestick from bracket and crosses to window)
Dor. It don't get you out of the mess, that's the worst of it.
Car. (shutting the window and then crossing to larder) You needn't mind me.
Dor. I'm bound to mind you. Are you sure there's nothing I could do to help you—in any sort of way?
Car. No. (shuts door; her eye goes to scullery) Well, there is one thing you could do for me—if you really mean what you say.
Dor. I swear I do! (rises)