Oh, lord, is there no rest for the wicked?
[He gets up slowly and saunters lazily to the door.]
Marsh.
Don’t hurry yourself, will you?
Hornby.
Brilliant sarcasm is just flying about the house to-day.
[He goes out.]
Marsh.
That’s about the toughest nut I’ve ever been set to crack. Why on earth did you give him a letter to me?
Norah.