Pil. (pause) A gent in the ditch! (Dorvaston crosses to balustrade) What gent?—er—gentleman?
Gan. 'E was asleep and I shook 'im—'e grunted, and I shook 'im again. 'E says his name's Crayll, and 'e'd like to see you.
Pil. Crayll! (to Dorvaston) That is the person who called on you yesterday?
Dor. Yes, I know him.
Pil. He wished to see me? (to Gandy)
Gan. 'E said so.
Pil. Show him in. (Gandy goes out. Dorvaston crosses L.) Surely a most singular circumstance! Why did he go to sleep in my ditch? (Miss Pillenger crosses up to top of window)
Dor. I suppose, as he's an acquaintance of mine, he thought you wouldn't object.
Pil. He must be very eccentric. (crosses to R. corner)
Dor. Yes, he's a rum sort of chap! (Gandy enters, followed by Crayll, who looks rather dilapidated)