Lawton: “And my girl.”
Bemis: “And my boy.”
Mrs. Curwen, calling up: “And your wife!”
Curwen, horror-struck: “And my wife! Oh, heavenly powers! what are we going to do? How shall we get them out? Why don’t they come up?”
All: “They can’t.”
Curwen: “Can’t? Oh, my goodness!” He flies at the grating, and kicks and beats it.
Roberts: “Hold on! What’s the use of that?”
Lawton: “You couldn’t get at them if you beat the door down.”
Bemis: “Certainly not.” They lay hands upon him and restrain him.
Curwen, struggling: “Let me speak to my wife! Will you prevent a husband from speaking to his own wife?”