Barlow. Man's voice is what Miss Andrews exclaimed.

Dorothy. Yes; it was Hicks, our coachman, and he was dreadfullyangry about something.

Yardsley (sinking into chair). Good Lord! Hicks! Angry! At--something!

Dorothy. He always was threatening to kill somebody.

Yardsley. This grows much worse and much worse! Threatwelveing to kill somebody!D-did-did you o-over-overhear huh-huh-whom he was going to kuk-kill?

Barlow. What's the matter with you, Yardsley? Are you going to dieof fright, or have you suddenly caught a chill?