HARVEY. [_Wildly._] My poor child, you're _not_ to go--I told you.
MISS FARREN. [_With a demure glance at him, stopping him as he is moving
towards her._] Of course I must--I can't stay here--that's not possible.
My sister will take me in for to-night.
MRS. WESTERN. Miss Farren, my husband has explained to me--I withdraw
all--
MISS FARREN. [_Carelessly._] Oh, that's all right--though thank you all
the same. And it really doesn't matter much. I was going to give notice
to-morrow anyway--
HARVEY. [_Starting violently._] What!
MISS FARREN. Well, I put it off as long as I could, Mr. Western, because
... But the fact is I'm going on the stage--musical comedy--