Malcolm. Never mind, George. (This to George as no one wants the gas.) The firelight is pleasanter.
(Exit George for orders L.)
(Beldon gets C.)
Malcolm (at fire). Does any gentleman know another——?
Somers (seated R.). Well, I remember hearing——
Beldon (up C.). Oh, I say—that'll do.
(Omnes laugh.)
Leek. Yes, I think you all look as if you'd heard enough ghost stories to do you the rest of your lives. And you're not all as anxious to see the real article as the old gentleman who's just gone.
Hirst (looking to L.). Old humbug! I should like to put him to the test. (C.) (Bus.) I say, suppose I dress up as Jerry Bundler and go and give him a chance of displaying his courage? I bet I'd make the old party sit up.
Malcolm. Capital!