Dolly. Yes! [With a little laugh.] Ha! ha! [A louder gust and rattle of hail.] Listen! Listen! Ha! And he might have been here playing a comfortable rubber by the fire—if he'd simply behaved himself!
Matt. If he'd "simply behaved" himself! What we all miss through not "simply behaving" ourselves.
[Another gust.
Dolly. [Laughs.] Ah! He's catching it! I shall insist on Renie driving out with me to-morrow afternoon.
Matt. Yes.
Dolly. Then she can't meet Lucas. That will be another sell for him—[Another furious gust and rattle.] Listen! Ha! ha! I wonder how far Lucas has got!
[A noise of something being knocked over in the conservatory, which is lighted.
Matt. [Goes to the conservatory door, looks in; is startled.] Hillo! hillo! What?!
Lucas enters from the upper conservatory door in riding-clothes of first Act.
Dolly. [Enraged.] Lucas! [More enraged.] Lucas! How dare you?!