HE. Enough said! (_The whistle is heard, close at hand._) Quick!
SHE. (_Going off_) You won't tell? (_He shakes his head._) I'll
remember you. (_She runs into the woods._)
HE. (_Sits on the log, laughs heartily. He produces another
cigarette, and tries in vain to light it. Then, as an atrocious
little cockney enters whistling gaily, he addresses him sharply_)
Peters!
PETERS. (_Surprised_) M'lord?
HE. Give me a light, Peters.