Somers. Good luck.
Leek. Hurrah!
Beldon. Chin-chin!
Leek. By the way, how is it you happen to be here to-night?
Somers. Oh, we missed the connection at Tolleston Junction and as the accommodation at the Railway Arms there was rather meagre, the Station Master advised us to drive on here, put up for the night, and catch the Great Northern express from Exton in the morning. (Rises, crosses to L.) Oh, George, that reminds me—you might see that 'Boots' calls us at 7 sharp.
(Beldon rises, goes up to them to fire.)
George. Certainly, sir. What are your numbers?
Somers. 13 and 14.
George. I'll put it on the slate, special, sir. (Goes to door L.)
Leek. I beg pardon, gentlemen, I forgot the cigars; George, bring some cigars back with you.