[He gets away from her and shows relief; takes out cigar and prepares to light it.
Renie. [Standing in the middle of the room, pitying herself.] That's where we get the worst of it, we women who have hearts! We must feel, we must show our feelings, and then we get trampled down in the fight. Oh, Dolly, how I envy you your nature!
Dolly. [Very chilly.] Are you going into the spare room, dear?
Renie. Anywhere! Anywhere! Yes, the spare room!
Peters, Dolly's maid, appears at door.
Dolly. Peters, will you bank up the fire in the spare room and make everything comfortable for Mrs. Sturgess?
Peters. Yes, ma'am. [Exit.
Renie. [Still in the middle of the room, pitying herself.] So my poor little tragedy is ended! [To Matt.
Matt. Yes. Well, let's be thankful no bones are broken!
Renie. No bones, but how about hearts? Well, I must bear it. [With a weary smile.] Mustn't I?