Dor. (to Miss Pillenger) Good-bye, ma'am. I mean to be quite respectable by the time we meet again. (they shake hands)
Miss P. I hope so.
Dor. (to Thorsby) Good-bye, young fellah! Give that little filly her head, and she won't want the whip. (crosses L. of Lucy and the others) Good-bye, little woman! (kisses her) God bless you! (kisses her—runs up steps)
Lucy. Good-bye, dear old boy! (leans over balustrade; he is going) You'll let us hear from you?
Dor. Yes! (runs up steps)
Lucy. Where will a letter find you?
Dor. (hastily taking out card and looking at it. Turns to her) Poste Restante, Brussels! (as he goes off the
Curtain Falls.