Farncombe.
At the door. Oh, but you will; you will see me again.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Well, please yourself and you please your dearest friend, as Lil’s dad used to say.
Farncombe.
Thank you—thank you very much.
He disappears, closing the door after him.
Mrs. Upjohn.
To Roper, looking up. I b’lieve you gave that young man the ’int to go, Uncle.
Roper.