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[Shaking hands, candidly.] I thank you, too. [To .] You won't stay to tea, Miss Justice?

No, thank you. [Takes leave of her.] I must go. Good afternoon. Goodbye, Archie [going].

Addio, Archibald.

Addio.

Wait, Beatty. I shall accompany you.

[Going out on the right with .] Oh, don't trouble.

[Following her.] But I insist—as a cousin.

I say, pappie!

[Absently.] What is it?

I want to ask you a thing.

[Sitting on the end of the lounge, stares in front of him.] What is it?