ALLAN. If you were a boy—bah! But you are a girl.
JUDITH. And then?
ALLAN. If you had any pride at all, you would be gone, as you may regard yourself as shown the door.
JUDITH. I'll get back at you for that!
ALLAN. I don't doubt it!
JUDITH. [Goes enraged toward the background] I—shall-get—back—at you for that! [Goes out.
CURT. [Enters from the left] Where are you going, Allan?
ALLAN. Oh, is that you?
CURT. Who was it that left in such hurry—so that the bushes shook?
ALLAN. It was Judith.