Come, Bill, we must be getting home.
Dean.
(Solemnly.) I have several weighty additions to make to my sermon to-morrow—additions which certain events to-night have suggested. I trust you will all be at the Cathedral for morning service. (An awkward silence. The Dean waves his hand towards the central ladder.) Mrs. O’Farrel.... (Mrs. O’Farrel passes and descends.) Clare.... (Clare passes him and descends. He says with impressive unconcern:) The nightingale sings most divinely to-night!
(He goes out, Bill following him with a hang-dog air. Baldwin enters on the left just as Lady Patricia and Michael move to the central ladder.)
Baldwin.
If you please, sir....
Michael.
What is it, Baldwin? What is it?
Baldwin.