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Look at the sit of him! As serious as you like.

[Suddenly withdrawing from her post.] Stand out of the window. I don't want to be seen.

Why, ma'am, what is it?

[Crossing towards the folding doors.] Say I'm not up, that I'm not well. I can't see anyone.

[Follows her.] Who is it, ma'am?

[Halting.] Wait a moment.

[Stands a moment in doubt, then.] No, say I'm in.

[In doubt.] Here?

[Hurriedly.] Yes. Say I have just got up.