Dolly. [Repeats in a slow, aggrieved, enraged way, emphasizing each syllable.] Whatever happens, I will not have that woman in my house next Christmas. You hear that?
Matt. Yes. You won't have her here next Christmas!
Dolly. I mean it, this time. And I won't have Lucas here again for a very long time.
Matt. I wouldn't.
Dolly. [Seated beside him.] Dad, please put away that paper. You're going over to Aldershot to-morrow to try to get Lucas exchanged?
Matt. I'll try.
Dolly. Where can you get him sent?
Matt. [ Gibraltar]—India—South Africa—according as an appointment happens to be vacant.
Dolly. The further the better, and the longer.
Peters appears at door.