Lucy.
It's so good of you. There's really nothing that any one can do. Would you all mind leaving me alone with George? We must talk this over by ourselves.
Mrs. Crowley.
Very well. Mr. Lomas, will you put me into a cab?
Dick.
Certainly. [To Lucy.] Good-bye, dear, and God bless you.
Lucy.
[Shaking hands with him.] Don't worry too much about me. If there's anything I want, I'll let you know.
Dick.
Thanks.