Baldwin.
Yessir.... It was the candles I was alludin’ of, sir. They do burn—— (A lantern goes out.) Ho!
(He fiddles about with the string, Bill watching him with a smile. Suddenly halfway up the central ladder you hear the voice of Lady Patricia sweetly humming. Bill throws a wild glance around him.)
Bill.
Don’t give me away, Baldwin.
(He darts into the summer-house at the back and locks the door.)
Baldwin.
’Iding-seek!... (Lowering the lantern.) Whoa!...
(Lady Patricia enters.)
Lady Patricia.