[Mr. Barnaby re-enters L. The door closing attracts Mrs. Gilliam]
Mrs. Gilliam
Oh, Mr. Barnaby, how about the lights?
Mr. Barnaby
I think the trouble's outside.
Mrs. Gilliam
You'll be sure to fix it? [Mr. Barnaby nods.]
Mrs. Tice
And will you put us in the car? [Mr. Barnaby nods again, and goes L.] I rather dread that mob at the door. [She follows, groping in her bag for a bill to give Mr. Barnaby] Good-bye, Mr. Goodkind ... and Miss Jewett, and, if I don't see you tomorrow, a Merry, Merry Christmas!
[There is a chorus of repetitions of this wish, amid which exeunt Mrs. Tice, Mrs. Gilliam, Dilly and Mr. Barnaby.]