George (rising and leading Isobel to the front of the stage). Miss Barley, now that we are alone I have something I want to say to you.
Isobel (looking at her watch). Well, you must be quick. Because I'm engaged.
(George drops her hand and staggers away from her.)
Isobel. Why, what's the matter?
George (to the audience, in a voice expressing the very deeps of emotion). Engaged! She is engaged! I am too late!
(He sinks into a chair, and covers his face with his hands.)
Isobel (surprised). Mr. Turnbull! What has happened?
George (waving her away with one hand). Go! Leave me! I can bear this best alone. (Exit Isobel.) Merciful heavens, she is plighted to another.
Enter Henry.
Henry (eagerly). Well, old man?