Dorothy.  Very well.  I think that would be better.  You may go,
Jennie.

[Jennie departs.

Barlow.  Well, good-day.  I—­I’ve had a very pleasant afternoon,
Miss—­Andrews.  Thanks for the—­the cambric tea.

Dorothy.  Good-bye, and don’t forget.

Barlow.  I’m afraid—­I won’t.  Good-bye, Bob.  I congratulate you from my heart.  I was in hopes that I should have the pleasure of having you for a best man at my wedding, but—­er—­there’s many a slip, you know, and I wish you joy.

[Yardsley shakes him by the hand, and Barlow goes out.  As he disappears through the portieres Yardsley follows, and, holding the curtain aside, looks after him until the front door is heard closing.  Then he turns about.  Dorothy looks demurely around at him, and as he starts to go to her side the curtain falls.