Dolly. [Shakes her head.] I can't ask the servants to make up impossible beds in impossible places at this ungodly hour.
Lucas. I call this beastly unfair of you, Doll.
[Dolly.] Unfair?
Lucas. Just as I'd summoned up all my resolution to do the right thing, and avoid ructions for your sake, you pounce down on me, and order me off the premises, and——
Dolly. [Getting angry.] If you don't behave yourself and go off quietly, I shall have to order you off the premises.
[Makes an appeal by gesture to Matt to get him off.
Matt. Now, my hero! [Lifting him out of the arm-chair.] Buckle on your armor! Sally forth! Once more unto the breach!
[With some difficulty he raises Lucas out of the chair.
Lucas. Well, I'll go and have a look at the weather. [Goes sulkily up to door.] Mind you, if you turn me out I won't be responsible if there's a flare up——
Dolly. Very well, so long as we don't have a flare-up here. Oh!