Mabel.
[Coming forward.] Yes, we really must be going. I've not seen my precious baby for two hours.
Hilda.
[Taking both her hands.] Good-bye, you happy child. You've got a precious baby, and you've got a husband you love. What can you want more?
Mabel.
[Flippantly.] I want a motor-car.
Hilda.
[Kissing her.] Good-bye, darling.
[Mabel and John go out.
Brackley.