Miss Godesby. Oh, yes, he's absolutely dependent upon me.
Warden. Thank you.
Miss Godesby. [To Ned with a forced gaiety.] Good-by!
Warden. [Again shaking her hand] Good-by.
[He looks his thanks at her.
Godesby. Well? What did you do?
Miss Godesby. [As they go.] Don't worry; I've taken care of myself for many years, and I still feel up to it!
[They go out Left and at the same time the Servant enters from the archway at back Centre carrying some fire logs in his arms. This Servant speaks with a slight French accent. As he reaches the house, Warden stops him with a question, and the Godesbys' sleigh-bells start up and quickly die away. The sun begins to set.
Warden Have you an empty sitting room?
Servant. Yes, sair.