Beseechingly.
Mat!
Beeler.
Throws down his napkin and rises.
Very well. It's none of my business, I reckon, as long as it keeps within reason.
He puts on his cap and goes out through the kitchen.
Annie.
To Michaelis, continuing the whispered conversation.
And if you do climb up the rope, do you promise to come down.
Michaelis.