Baldwin.
Well, sir, it may ’a been two minutes ago, sir, or it may ’a been——
Michael.
Thank you.
(He goes out on the left, while Baldwin continues:)
Baldwin.
Or it may ’a been three. ’Er ladyship were looking for you, sir. She arst me, sir—— (Perceiving the vanity of continuing his reminiscences he looks up and a lantern goes out.) Ho! (Lowers the lantern.) Whoa!...
(Enter Ellis up the central ladder, carrying a tray with whisky-and-soda.)
Ellis.