Mary. Mr. Bootle. (Exit finally.)
Jane. Good morning, Mr. Bootle.
Bootle. I beg—I thought—why, of course! It's Miss—er—h'm, yes. How do you do? Did you get back safely last night?
Jane. Yes, thank you. (Coyly.) I got your letter.
Bootle. My letter? (Sees his letter on the table. Furiously.) You opened my letter!
Jane (mistaking his fury for passion). Yes, James. And (looking down on the ground) the answer is "Yes."
Bootle (realising the situation). By George! (Aside.) I have proposed to the wrong lady. Tchck!
Jane. You may kiss me, James.
Bootle. Have you a sister?
Jane (missing the connection). Yes, I have a younger sister, Alice. (Coldly.) But I hardly see——