Matt. Flies to the gray matter, eh?
Prof. Instantaneously.
Matt. Good stuff!
Prof. I hope you'll try it. Shall I send a tin to your room?
Matt. Will you? That will be kind!
Criddle appears at door.
Criddle. I've put the spirits in the hall, sir.
Harry. You can take them away, Criddle. In the future we shall not require spirits at night, only soda water and tea.
Criddle. Yes, sir. [Exit.
Dolly. [Who has been sitting wearily on sofa, rises.] Well, I'm going to bed.