Bell:
And you’re too proud—
Too proud a prig to stoop? Did you expect
The box to bounce itself into your arms,
The moment it heard your step?
Peter:
I dared not stoop:
For there was someone lying on the bed,
Asleep, I think.
Bell:
You think?
Peter:
I only saw
A hunched-up shoulder, poking through the curtain.
Bell:
A woman?