[Turning toward the cottage.] Yes, sir.
Sanford.
[Jovially descending the stairs.] Well, well, Martin, what have you got to keep you awake?
Martin.
[Measuring a conscious distance in his voice.] I hardly know, sir! It was such a night, sir! I was going to bring up the ear-trumpet——
Sanford.
[Joining Martin on the doorstep, his too-well-fitting clothes making an open secret of his stoutness.] Well, well, did you think you’d find it here, listening to those everlasting chimes? But I’m glad you reminded me, Martin! I shouldn’t have slept a wink if I hadn’t known it was all right, every way!
Martin.
[Again turning to go in.] Yes, sir, I put it on the table with the other packages——
Sanford.