TRANTO. I can bear that. What I couldn't bear is any kind of real trouble in this house.
CULVER. Why? What's it got to do with you?
TRANTO. Nothing! Nothing! Only my abstract interest in the institution of marriage.
CULVER ( ringing the bell twice ). Ah, well, after all, I'm not utterly beaten yet. I've quite half an hour before post goes, and I shall fight to the last ditch.
TRANTO. But hasn't Mrs. Culver retired?
CULVER. Yes.
TRANTO. May I suggest that it would be mistaken tactics to—er—run after her?
CULVER. It would.
TRANTO. Well then?
CULVER. She will return.