Dolly. You'll find it in my wardrobe.
Peters. Yes, ma'am.
Dolly. Peters, pat up the hop-pillow for her, and insist on undressing her——
Peters. Yes, ma'am. [Going.
Dolly. Don't leave her till you've seen her comfortably in bed.
Peters. No, ma'am.
[Exit. A gust of wind and a little rattle of hail on the conservatory window.
Matt. Whew! The New Year means business!
Dolly. And so do I, as Lucas will find out.
Matt. He is finding it out, on that heath!