Matt. I'm afraid you must.
Renie. Good-night! [Wrings his hand with gratitude.] Good-night!
Matt. Good-night.
[Gets away from her, and busies himself with his cigar, lights it.
Renie. Good-night, Dolly!
Dolly. I'll come up with you, and stay till you're quite comfortable.
Renie. Shall I ever be comfortable again? Will things ever be the same? I wonder!
[Goes off mournfully and tragically at back with a prolonged sigh. Matt has seated himself on sofa and taken up paper.
Dolly. [Calls his attention to Renie's exit and makes a furious gesture after her.] I know she'll be here next Christmas!