Here's Vere! [Hurriedly to Bernstein.] Goodbye, dear Mr. Bernstein—you understand why I cannot present you.
BERNSTEIN.
[Bustling.] Good-bye—till to-night. Marks my vord, you vil make a great hit.
QUECKETT.
[Calling.] Caroline!
MISS DYOTT.
[Unlocking the centre door.] Go—let yourself out.
BERNSTEIN.
Goot luck to you!