HARVEY. [With a violent and uncontrollable outburst.] I vow and declare to you—if she goes, I go too! And the consequences will be on your head!
[MRS. WESTERN has also risen—they stand face to face, looking at each other—and for a moment there is silence. The door opens, and MISS FARREN comes in, dressed as before. She walks straight to MRS. WESTERN.
MISS FARREN. Mrs. Western, my things are packed, and on the cab—
HARVEY. [Wildly.] My poor child, you're not to go—I told you.
MISS FARREN. [With a demure glance at him, stopping him as he is moving towards her.] Of course I must—I can't stay here—that's not possible. My sister will take me in for to-night.
MRS. WESTERN. Miss Farren, my husband has explained to me—I withdraw all—
MISS FARREN. [Carelessly.] Oh, that's all right—though thank you all the same. And it really doesn't matter much. I was going to give notice to-morrow anyway—
HARVEY. [Starting violently.] What!
MISS FARREN. Well, I put it off as long as I could, Mr. Western, because
… But the fact is I'm going on the stage—musical comedy—
HARVEY. [Breathless, staggering back.] You—are—going—