Bulger. (Alarmed.) Don’t shoot! Don’t! It’s only me!
Leggatt. (Excited) Who’s me? (Feeling for the matches.) Blow it, where’s that infernal candle? I’ll have to get up.
Bulger. Don’t get up! It’s all an accident.
Leggatt. Who the deuce are you, anyway?
Bulger. (Strikes match.) I’m a guest of this beastly hotel, if its victims may be called by so genteel a term as guest.
Leggatt. (Sitting up.) A guest! I don’t like that.
Bulger. (Nettled.) Neither do I.
Leggatt. You’ve disturbed me and now I’ll have a night of it.
Bulger. I’m very sorry indeed!