[Bennett runs out through the door of George Winter’s room. As he does this, Francis Etchingham comes in from the left, in his pyjamas and a dressing-gown.
Etchingham.
I say, what the devil’s all this row? It’s bad enough to have the trains banging under one’s window all night long. Upon my soul.
Catherine.
Where’s George? Father, father!
Etchingham.
How the deuce should I know?
[Bennett comes back.
Bennett.