Car. (crosses C.) What I should want you to do would be rather a nuisance. Are you sure you wouldn't mind?
Dor. Try me.
Car. Well, there's a man in the scullery.
Dor. Another man!
Car. Yes. I fancy you'll find he is asleep against the sink.
Dor. Is he, by George?
Car. Might I trouble you to fetch him out? (crosses to dresser and lights candle)
Dor. Eh? What? Oh, certainly! (he goes to scullery, opens door and discovers Crayll asleep in a sitting position; Dorvaston picks him up, places him in a chair R. of table) There you are! (Cook crosses with candle, and light falls on Crayll's face) Why, it's Crayll! (looks at Cook)
Car. Yes.
Dor. He's as drunk as a fiddler.