MRS WARREN [after looking at her fiercely for a moment with a savage impulse to strike her] No, thank you.  Goodbye.

VIVIE [matter-of-factly] Goodbye. [Mrs Warren goes out, slamming the door behind her.  The strain on Vivie’s face relaxes; her grave expression breaks up into one of joyous content; her breath goes out in a half sob, half laugh of intense relief.  She goes buoyantly to her place at the writing table; pushes the electric lamp out of the way; pulls over a great sheaf of papers; and is in the act of dipping her pen in the ink when she finds Frank’s note.  She opens it unconcernedly and reads it quickly, giving a little laugh at some quaint turn of expression in it].  And goodbye, Frank. [She tears the note up and tosses the pieces into the wastepaper basket without a second thought.  Then she goes at her work with a plunge, and soon becomes absorbed in its figures].