Dolly. She wants me to invite her. But I won't if I can help it. [Goes to him suddenly.] Dad!
Matt. Well?
Dolly. That wretched Lucas!
Matt. What about him?
Dolly. No, I've promised her not to breathe a word. So you must guess. [Pause.] Have you guessed?
Matt. [After a pause.] Yes. Well, I—[Begins to chuckle.] So Lucas is up to his old games!
Dolly. My own guest! Under my own roof! It's too horrid of him.
Matt. [Chuckling.] It is! It's too bad! The rascal.
Dolly. Oh, it's more than half her fault! It's just like her!
[Matt suddenly bursts from a chuckle into a roar.