(From aloft.) Hullo!
(Astonished exclamations of “What!” and “Bill!”)
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Bill?
(Bill comes into sight descending the trunk.)
Bill!
(Bill reaches terra firma. He smiles, embarrassed, from one person to the other.)
Bill.
How are you, mother? How-de-do, Mr. Dean? How-de-do, Miss Lesley? How’s yourself, Michael?
Lady Patricia.