Jane and Gloria (with one voice). I was always my father's favorite daughter! (Each snatches a bag, the two of which are carried off by Jack.)
Gloria. Whatever are you doing, Dill? Are you writing a letter to the Pope? (Bell rings.)
Jack. I distinctly heard a noise. (Bell rings more loudly.) I am seldom mistaken, Dill, and as you are still the butler (Bell peals again).
Gloria. Hurry, Dill. It may be some distinguished guest. (Exit Dill very slowly.)
Jane. I have never heard a bell ring that way before. I was sure ours had been broken for months.
Jack. Belles always are, I believe.
Kathryn. I have taken a dislike to this one already.
Jack. It sounds painfully reminiscent. You do not ring that way, Father?
Hargrave. Someday I shall wring your neck, sir.
Jane. You must learn to control your temper, Peter. I don't mind your trying it out on your relatives, but until it gets quite, quite perfect you must remember never to practise it on me. (Takes away his glasses and places them on table.) It was only his glasses, Jack.