Mrs Plant [stiffly]. Just as you like.
Kirstin [to Merton]. I shall see you in the morning, shan't I?
Merton. Yes, of course. [Mrs Plant is standing at the door, waiting for Kirstin to go out]. Good-night then, dear Kirstin. Mrs Plant will see that you have everything that you want.
Kirstin. Thank you. [Mrs Plant is entirely unresponsive]. [Then to Merton as she goes out] I can't hardly believe that I'm here.
Merton [trying to be cordial]. It is wonderful, isn't it?
Kirstin. Good-night.
Mrs Plant [coldly]. This way, please.
[She goes out, followed by Kirstin. Merton alone walks up and down].
Merton. Good God!
[He sits down in the chair, covers his face with his hands. He takes up Lady Gairloch's letter and looks at it—then takes up his pen to go on with his letter—throws it down].
Curtain.