Enter Hildegard and John both disgusted, back .
JOHN ( to Hildegarde, as they come in ). I told you last night he couldn't control even the mater. However, I'll be even with her yet.
CULVER. What do you mean, boy?
JOHN. I mean I'll be even with the mater yet. You'll see.
HILDEGARDE. Papa, you've behaved basely. Basely! What an example to us! I intend to leave this house and live alone.
CULVER. You ought to marry Mr. Sampson Straight. (Hildegarde starts and is silent .)
JOHN. Fancy me having to go back to school the son of a rotten baronet, and with the frightful doom of being a rotten baronet myself. What price the anti-hereditary-principle candidate! Dad, I hope you won't die just yet—it would ruin my political career. Stay me with flagons!
CULVER. Me too!
CURTAIN.