Pil. He was. Creaking boots after midnight are a serious infliction.
Lucy. I'll call up to him if you like.
Pil. I should be indebted. (Lucy rises and goes up C. Mr. Pillenger takes napkin out of ring and puts it inside his collar)
Lucy. (goes up stage) Jack! Jack! (Captain Dorvaston opens window, he is in his shirt sleeves)
Dor. Hulloa!
Lucy. Breakfast!
Dor. What say, little woman?
Lucy. Breakfast! Kidneys! Devilled! (Mr. Pillenger, Miss Pillenger and Gandy all start)
Pil. Tut! tut! Broiled—broiled!
Dor. Right-O! down in a minute! (he shuts the window. Lucy returns to the table)