All right.—I'm off.—Caveman for caveman, you've got the reach!
To Rhoda.
But remember, my lady, we're not quits by a jug-full. You'll hear from me yet.
Michaelis.
She shall never hear from you, nor of you.
Littlefield.
In the door.
Last call, old girl!—Women!
He goes out, slamming the door behind him. Long pause.
Michaelis.