(Suddenly Michael’s voice is heard beneath calling softly.)
Michael.
Clare—Clare....
Clare.
Damn! (She springs to her feet, crosses quickly to the left, and descends as Michael’s head emerges up the central ladder.)
Michael.
Clare.... (Looks around and perceives the vague form of Baldwin.) Clare, my—— Oh! I was looking for Lady Patricia. Have you seen her, Baldwin?
Baldwin.
Yessir.