“You know, there is nothing so tempting as a locked door.” Wilde jovially rolled up her sleeves, and got to work with a hairpin.

“Mistress Wilde,” Tranio began, but Wilde waved her hand.

“Tranio, now is not the time to lose heart or gain a belief in lawful entrance. This door stands in our way! We cannot be bested by mere wood and metal, we must Find A Way!”

“Yes, but—”

“You know, I think this damnable thing is jammed,” Wilde grumbled, jiggling the pin without success.

“Do you even know what you’re doing, dear?” More asked, taking a touch more delight in how well the door was thwarting Wilde than perhaps was called for.

Wilde looked up, and only glared.

More merely giggled. “She’s being foolish again!” she whispered into Tranio’s ear.

“Mistress—”

“Damn and blast, Tranio, can’t it wait until I open this damned lock!” Wilde whined.

“I think what Tranio is trying to say is why bother with a locked door when there’s an open window,” More said.

And it was open. Very open.