Baldwin.
It’s all right, sir. It’s all right, miss. They’ve gorne. (The summer-house remains silent.) They’ve gorne.... It’s all right, sir. (Taps at the door.) They’ve gorne. (Taps again after a pause.) They’ve gorne....
(The door suddenly flies open.)
Bill.
(In the doorway.) What the devil d’you want, Baldwin?
Baldwin.
Beg pardon, sir?
Bill.
What do you want?
Baldwin.