Sir Wilfrid. Is it the custom for creditors—
John. Come on, Sir Wilfrid! [Thomas opens door.] Good-night, Judge—Your Grace—
Sir Wilfrid. Is it the custom—
John. Hang the custom! Come on—I'll show you a gang of creditors worth having!
Sir Wilfrid and John go out, arm in arm, preceded by Vida. Matthew crosses the room, smiling, as if pleased, in a Christian way, with this display of generous gaiety. He stops short suddenly and looks at his watch.
Matthew. Good gracious! I had no idea the hour was so late. I've been asked to a meeting with Maryland and Iowa, to talk over the divorce situation. [He leaves the room quickly and his voice is heard in the hall.] Good-afternoon! Good-afternoon!
Cynthia is evidently much excited. The outer door slams. Philip comes down slowly. Cynthia stands, her eyes wide, her breathing visible, until Philip speaks, when she seems suddenly to realize her position. There is a long pause.
Philip. [With a superior air.] I have seldom witnessed a more amazing cataclysm of jocundity! Of course, my dear, this has all been most disagreeable for you.
Cynthia. [Excitedly.] Yes, yes, yes!