Fourth V. About a dozen people have hit my head scrambling past in the dark.
Third V. "For this relief much thanks."
Fourth V. They seem to have got in at last.
Third V. "'Tis bitter cold."
Fifth V. Oh, EDWIN, dear, I do wish they'd send away the ghost, and turn up the lights.
Third V. "Not a mouse stirring." [Crash.
Sixth V. There goes my opera-glass! Deuce of a job to find it.
Third V. "Stand, ho!"
Seventh V. Bless my soul, Ma'am, are you aware that you're standing on my foot?
Third V. "BERNARDO has my place."