I'm going to have a glorious future, all right.
Jean
Not unless you do as I tell you. Going to obey me, Rex?
Rex
You bet I am.
Jean
Then begin now. Go!... Get out! [She pushes Rex, laughing and protesting, toward the garden.] I want to tell Lucy how nice you are. Run along over to the golf club, and by and by—if you are a good boy—you can take me out in your new car. [Rex kisses the hand on his arm and leaves, laughing.] My dear, he has five cars! Thank you so much.
[Alone, they throw off the mask worn before men.
Lucy
Now, deary, tell me all about it. How did it happen?