Penfold. Pooh! Nonsense. (At table up C.).
(During his speech George lights one of the candles.)
Ghosts can't hurt you. For my own part, I should rather like to see one.
Omnes. Oh, come now—— etc.
Penfold. Well, I'll bid you good-night, gentlemen.
(He goes towards door L. George opens it for him; he passes out as they all say.)
Omnes. Good-night.
(Hirst rises, crosses to L. C.)
Beldon (up R., calling after him). And I hope Jerry'll pay you a visit.
Malcolm (rises, goes to fire). Well, I'm going to have another whisky if you gentlemen will join me. I think it'll do us all good after that tale. George, take the orders.