BETTY. [Leaning against the other table, and turning and facing them.]
Besides, he has something to tell you.
HECTOR. Walter?
BETTY. Yes.
HECTOR. [Looking inquiringly at WALTER.] To tell me? What is it?
BETTY. That he's engaged.
HECTOR. [Shouting, as he leans across the table.] Never! Walter!
Engaged? You?
WALTER. [Nervously.] Yes.
HECTOR. [Noisily and affectionately.] You old scoundrel! You rascal and villain! Engaged—and you don't come and tell me first! Well I—am—damned!
WALTER. [Trying to take it gaily.] I knew you'd chaff me about it.
HECTOR. Chaff you! Silly old coon! why I'm glad! Of course we shall miss you—but marriage—it's the only thing, my boy—the only thing! Who is she? Do I know her?