(Exeunt Messrs. Farwell and Huntly, L.)
Mr. G. (angrily). Well, madam, I hope you are satisfied with this disgraceful exhibition.
Mrs. G. (quietly). I am not responsible for it.
Mr. G. You have disgraced me before my guests.
Mrs. G. Then why did you interfere with Bridget?
Mr. G. I am the head of the household.
Mrs. G. I beg your pardon. I imagined that Bridget was under my orders.
Mr. G. You are right, as long as your orders do not conflict with mine.
Mrs. G. Very well, sir, I leave you, then, to the sole management of the household. (Moves to go out.)
Mr. G. Where are you going?