devote the rest of our lives to making your declining years happy.

VOICES. "Good for you, Willis!" "We'll all come!" "No ceremony!"
"Small and early!"

CAMPBELL (looking round). We appear to have fallen in with a party of
dry-goods drummers. It makes a gentleman feel like an intruder. [The
train stops; he looks out of the window.] We've arrived. Come, Agnes;
come, Roberts; come, Mr. Sawyer--let's be going.

[They gather up their several wraps and bags, and move with great dignity
toward the door.]

AUNT MARY (putting out her head). Agnes! If you must forget your aunt,
at least remember your child.

MRS. ROBERTS (running back in an agony of remorse). Oh, _baby_, did I
forget you?

CAMPBELL. Oh, _aunty_, did she forget you? [He runs back, and extends
his arms to his aunt.] Let me help you down, Aunt Mary.

AUNT MARY. Nonsense, Willis. Send the porter.

CAMPBELL (turning round and confronting THE PORTER). He was here upon
instinct. Shall he fetch a step-ladder?

AUNT MARY. _He_ will know what to do. Go away, Willis; go away with
that child, Agnes. If I should happen to fall on you--[They retreat; the
curtain drops, and her voice is heard behind it addressing THE PORTER.]