CHARLEY. [moving his neck uneasily in the high collar.] Yes—this beastly collar.
LILY. It’s a pity they make you wear such things.
CHARLEY. I’ve got a short neck. I suppose you shouldn’t be a clerk, if you’ve got a short neck. It doesn’t fit the collars.
LILY. What an idea!
CHARLEY stands looking at the map a moment. Suddenly he tears it down and throws it into the fire.
CHARLEY. Good-bye, Lil. [He kisses her.]
LILY. Good-bye, dear.
He picks up his silk hat and gloves and puts the hat on as he reaches the door.
LILY runs to the door.