JINNY. [_Presses his hand and looks up at him lovingly and gratefully._] Thank you. Wait here just a minute; I know he won't come back to say good-by. He's gone up to his room, I'm sure--I'll just surprise him with a hug and my hands over his eyes like we used to do years ago. [_She starts to go out Right, and meets MR. and MRS. TILLMAN, who enter._ TILLMAN. The carriage is here! JINNY. I won't be a second-- [_She goes out Right._ MRS. TILLMAN. Where has she gone? AUSTIN. Up to her brother. MRS. TILLMAN. Her father's been locked up in his study for three hours--he _says_ thinking, but to _me_ his eyes look very suspicious! [_Taking her husband's arm affectionately._ TILLMAN. [_Clears his throat._] Nonsense! MRS. TILLMAN. Well, _how many cigars did you smoke_? TILLMAN. Eight. MRS. TILLMAN. The amount of emotion that a man can soak out of himself with tobacco is wonderful! He uses it just like a sponge! TILLMAN. Jack, the first thing I asked about you when I heard that--er--that things were getting this way was, does he smoke? A man who smokes has always that outlet. If things go wrong--go out and smoke a cigar, and when the cigar's _finished_, ten to one everything's got right, somehow! If you lose your temper, don't speak!--a cigar, and when it's finished, then speak! You'll find the temper all gone up in the smoke! A woman's happiness is safest with a man who smokes. [_He clears his throat, which is filling._] God bless you, Jack, it _is_ a wrench; our only girl, you know. She's been a great joy--ahem! [_He quickly gets out a cigar._ MRS. TILLMAN. [_Stopping him from smoking._] No, no, dear, they're _going now_! TILLMAN. Well, the best I can say is, I wish you as happy a married life as her mother and I have had. MRS. TILLMAN. Thirty-five _dear_ years! But now, George, let me say a word--you always have monopolized our new son--he'll be much fonder of you than _me_! TILLMAN. Old lady!--Jealous!-- MRS. TILLMAN. Turn about is fair play--you're jealous still of Jinny and me. [_She pauses a moment._] I think we'd better tell him! TILLMAN. All right. The only rifts in our lute, Jack, have been little threads of jealousy that have snapped sometimes! MRS. TILLMAN. Nothing ever serious--of course, _but_ it's a fault that Jinny shares with us, and the _only fault_ we've ever been able to find. TILLMAN. We called her for years the girl with the green eyes. She goes it pretty _strong_ sometimes! AUSTIN. Oh, that's all right--I shall _like_ it! MRS. TILLMAN. You'll always bear with her, won't you, if she should ever get jealous of you? AUSTIN. Of _me_? I'll never give _her the chance_. MRS. TILLMAN. It isn't a question of chance; you just can't help it sometimes, can you, George? TILLMAN. No, you can't. MRS. TILLMAN. And so--