Dolly Reforming Herself: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Henry Arthur Jones

[Harry shows surprise at her tone. A little pause of embarrassment.

Lucas. Good-night, Uncle Matt.

Matt. [Comes up to him, in a low voice.] Cut it, my dear lad. Cut it! That's understood?

Lucas. Yes, of course. Well, good-night, Dolly, once more. [She doesn't reply.] Oh well, if you're going on the rampage—[Goes off muttering.] Infernal nuisance—night like this—— [Exit.

Harry. Is anything the matter?

Dolly. Lucas has offended me very much. I don't wish to speak of it.

The Professor enters at back.

Matt. Well, who was the victor?

Harry. The Professor won all four games.

Prof. I ascribe the increased accuracy of my stroke at billiards to my increased nerve force, now I have made Pableine my staple article of diet in place of meat.