[Opening the door.] Yes, yes.
BERNSTEIN.
And success to my new Oratorio—I mean my Gomic Opera.
MISS DYOTT.
Oh, go! [She pushes him out and closes the door, leaning against it faintly.]
QUECKETT.
[Rattling the other door.] I say, Caroline!
MISS DYOTT.
[Calling to him.] Is that my darling Vere?