Etchingham.
[To Colonel Boyce.] If he’s not there, you’d better try somewhere else.
James Ford.
[Shouting.] For goodness’ sake let me hear myself speak.
[These speeches are said simultaneously, and immediately afterwards is heard the dull roar of a train passing through the station, and a long, shrill whistle. Etchingham starts nervously.
Etchingham.
Oh, confound those trains.
James Ford.
[Impatiently.] I should have thought you’d got used to them by now.
Etchingham.