Dolly. I've had an awful time with her——
Matt. How?
Dolly. [Seated.] First she had another fit of hysterics—then she longed to go out into the night air to cool her fevered brow—then she moaned out something about her noble Lucas——
Matt. And now?
Dolly. I've persuaded her to let Peters undress her. I've got her off my hands at last.
Matt. That's a comfort.
Dolly. Dad!
Matt. Yes.
Dolly. I won't have her here next Christmas.
Matt. No, I wouldn't.