Minister.
(To Hyde.) Have your suggested constitution typed out, young man, and bring it to Downing Street the day after to-morrow. I’ll send you a card with the hour. Your address? (Hyde hands him a card.) I’ll try to get the Prime Minister interested. Good-night.
Loveday.
How splendid.
Minister.
Good-night, my dear, good-night. If you leave it very long before I see you again, I’ll have to send for you. Heaven guard you, my dear.
(To Duchess.) I must say good-night. I have long outstayed my time.
Duchess.
Let me see you off my premises. I only pray there are no more adventures for you on them. I hope exterminated dangers leave rest behind them. (They go off back centre together, the Footman pulls curtain apart to let them out and follows them. Faint strains of music are heard from distant room.)