Dolly. [Gently pushing him off.] I can just catch to-night's post! Make haste and get it! Quick! There's a dear! And then we can get the bath fixed up for you next week.
Harry. Ye—es. I say, Doll, I mean to get those oddments fixed up to-night.
[Taps the writing-case significantly and exit. Dolly looks frightened, sees him off, goes up to writing-desk, takes out bills, looks at them, throws up her arms in despair, groans, slams down the writing-desk, looks at the chair she has touched in first act, shows great resolution, marches up and touches it.
Dolly. Yes! Yes! I have got free will.
[Goes back from it, again looks at it, again marches up to it, touches it.
Dolly. Then why do I keep on having bills?
Renie enters in great agitation and distress.
Renie. Oh, Dolly!
Dolly. What's the matter?
Renie. Oh, Dolly!