You don’t want me any more, do you?
[Lady Francis and Anne go out.
George Winter.
No, go to bed. You’re young, and you want your beauty sleep. I’ll be bound you’re not worried by the trains. Where’s your room?
O’Donnell.
It’s just above yours. But I sleep like a top.
George Winter.
That’s a good sign. You’ll be as great a man as I am one of these days.
O’Donnell.
[With a laugh.] Good-night.