LEXY (alarmed). But if she should really be—Suppose she began to sing in the street, or anything of that sort.
MORELL. Just so: she may. That's why you'd better see her safely home.
CANDIDA. Do, Lexy: there's a good fellow. (She shakes his hand and pushes him gently to the door.)
LEXY. It's evidently my duty to go. I hope it may not be necessary. Good-night, Mrs. Morell. (To the rest.) Good-night. (He goes. Candida shuts the door.)
BURGESS. He was gushin' with hextra piety hisself arter two sips. People carn't drink like they huseter. (Dismissing the subject and bustling away from the hearth.) Well, James: it's time to lock up. Mr. Morchbanks: shall I 'ave the pleasure of your company for a bit of the way home?
MARCHBANKS (affrightedly). Yes: I'd better go. .(He hurries across to the door; but Candida places herself before it, barring his way.)
CANDIDA (with quiet authority). You sit down. You're not going yet.
MARCHBANKS (quailing). No: I—I didn't mean to. (He comes back into the room and sits down abjectly on the sofa.)
CANDIDA. Mr. Marchbanks will stay the night with us, papa.
BURGESS. Oh, well, I'll say good-night. So long, James. (He shakes hands with Morell and goes on to Eugene.) Make 'em give you a night light by your bed, Mr. Morchbanks: it'll comfort you if you wake up in the night with a touch of that complaint of yores. Good-night.