[Frightened.] What’s that?
O’Donnell.
[Going to the window.] Oh, it’s closing time. Enthusiastic politicians who’ve been turned out of the public-houses.
[Cries of Winter, Winter.
Catherine.
Oh, send them away, I can’t bear it.
O’Donnell.
[Opening the window and calling out.] Mr. Winter has gone to bed, gentlemen, and I strongly recommend you to follow his example.
[He shuts the window, amid the laughter and cheers of the roisterers. They go away singing. Catherine clenches her hands to prevent herself from screaming.
O’Donnell.