George.
It's all right. What a fool I am! I was so strung up.
Dick.
You'd better come to the window.
[He and Boulger take the boy's arms and lead
him to the window. George leans against
the balcony.
Carbery.
I'm afraid I must go away. Every Wednesday at four I read Little Lord Fauntleroy to forty charwomen.
Lady Kelsey.
Good-bye. And thanks so much for coming.
Mrs. Crowley.