Pil. May I enquire, Mr. Crayll, if you are married?
Cray. (blows out light and smiles) Not at present.
(Dorvaston comes out.)
Pil. Ah! Here is Captain Dorvaston.
Dor. (coming to Pillenger C.) There's the paper you wanted, sir. It took a bit of finding. Keziah cleaned my room out yesterday. (gives it to him) Hulloa, Crayll! (slaps him on back and crosses L.)
Cray. Hulloa! (rises)
Pil. (to Dorvaston) Now you have come, I will ask Mr. Crayll to excuse me.
Cray. Don't name it. (crosses to L.) Dorvaston will see to me. I daresay he knows where the whiskey's kept. (Dorvaston laughs and goes up a step or two with Pillenger)
Pil. (aside) Surely a most offensive person. (crosses up)