MISS FARREN. Oh, thanks, no more governessing for me. Good-bye!
[_She trips out, without another glance at_ HARVEY, _who sits
huddled by the fire._ MRS. WESTERN _moves slowly to the door. At
the threshold she pauses, turns, and looks at_ HARVEY.
MRS. WESTERN. I'll take care that the next governess--shall be quite as
pretty as this one, Harvey.
[_She opens the door and goes._ HARVEY _doesn't stir._