_Sir William._
[_Adjusting his dressing-gown._] I beg your pardon. [_To Arthur._] Yes,
I can answer your question. [_Painting his stick, first at Rose, then
at the group._] Some friends of that young woman's connected with--the
playhouse, have favored us with a visit, for the purpose of ascertaining
how she is--getting on. [_Touching Gadd's pipe, which is lying at his
feet, with the end of his stick._] A filthy tobacco-pipe. To whom does
it belong? whose is it?
[_Rose picks it up and passes it to Gadd, bravely._]
_Rose._
It belongs to one of my friends.
_Sir William._
[_Taking Gadd's empty wine-glass and holding it to his nose._] Phu,
yes! In brief, a drunken debauch. [_To the group._] So ye see,
gentlemen--[_to Avonia_] and you, madam; [_to Arthur_] and you, sir; you
see, all of ye, [_sinking into a chair, and coughing from exhaustion_]
exactly how Miss Trelawny is getting on.
_Miss Gower._
[_Over the screen._] William----
_Sir William._
What is it?
_Miss Gower._