(Mrs. Benn takes up the lamp and goes into the passage holding it high and smiling expectantly. The two men also rise. Benn takes the orange from Linton's pocket and holds it towards the door.)
Mrs. Benn.—Ah, she looks a pictur,' bless 'er 'eart.
Benn.—And 'ere's 'er horange, all ready for 'er!
CURTAIN.
