Gan. Mr. Crayll! (at top of steps—he goes out—Crayll is at top of steps)
Cray. Good mornin'! (at top of steps)
Pil. Good morning!
Cray. (to Dorvaston) How are you? (crosses down and puts hat on settle)
Dor. How are you?
Cray. Think I'll sit down. (crosses R.) Feel rather shaky. (he sits L. of table; Dorvaston is standing with his back to the fireplace)
Pil. By all means. (indicating Miss Pillenger) My sister!
Cray. Oh! (he nods carelessly)
Pil. But, my dear sir, (sits R.) I understand you passed the night—or some portion of it—in er—the ditch?
Cray. 'Pears I did.