Peters. I beg pardon, ma'am, Mrs. Sturgess——
Dolly. What about her?
Peters. When I got back with the hop-pillow she wasn't there. I've looked all over the house, and I can't find her anywhere. [Glancing off into the conservatory.] Oh, there she is!
Renie enters, fully dressed from conservatory, very languidly, with handkerchief and smelling-salts. Peters goes off.
Dolly. Renie!
[Looks at Matt, who is inclined to laugh, checks it, shrugs his shoulders and goes over to fire.
Renie. My head was racking, I had to rush out—I've been pacing up and down under the veranda, up and down, up and down, up and down—[Dolly makes a little grimace of angry incredulity] it's a little easier now, so I'll take advantage of the lull, and try to get some sleep.
Dolly. Yes, I would.
Renie. Good-night, dear.
Dolly. [Severely.] Good-night once more.