Mrs. Curwen: “We’re caught, I should say.” She sinks back on the seat.
The Elevator Boy: “Seemed to be going kind of funny all day!” He keeps tugging at the rope.
Miller, arresting the boy’s efforts: “Well, hold on—stop! What are you doing?”
The Elevator Boy: “Trying to make it go.”
Miller: “Well, don’t be so—violent about it. You might break something.”
The Elevator Boy: “Break a wire rope like that!”
Miller: “Well, well, be quiet now. Ladies, I think you’d better sit down—and as gently as possible. I wouldn’t move about much.”
Mrs. Curwen: “Move! We’re stone. And I wish for my part I were a feather.”
Miller, to the boy: “Er—a—er—where do you suppose we are?”
The Elevator Boy: “We’re in the shaft between the fourth and fifth floors.” He attempts a fresh demonstration on the rope, but is prevented.