Bill.
Whew.... safe! (He lights a cigarette.)
(Suddenly close beneath Lady Patricia’s voice is heard singing with desultory beauty. Bill springs to his feet.)
Damn!
(He tiptoes cautiously to the edge of the platform and peeps over. The bird-like snatches of song grow nearer.)
Damn!
(He crosses softly and quickly to the ladder on the left, and with a scared look over his shoulder, disappears just as Lady Patricia, in a gown of shimmering wonder, emerges by the ladder in the centre. She stops singing and looks around.)
Lady Patricia.
(Flutingly.) Bill.... Bill.... (She perceives the shadowy figure of Baldwin and makes a quick movement with outstretched arms towards it.) Ah, my dear!