Sir J. (kneeling on her R.) Rosamund, I love you! I always have loved you! You know it!
Lady C. (embarrassed) I—I—
Sir J. During this diabolic week there has at least been you! You'll marry me, won't you?
Lady C. Oh, Sir Joseph, is this the time—
Sir J. It is, it is! To the devil with all the rest! We'll elope!
Lady C. Elope?
Sir J. Yes—and leave Mollentrave to settle matters! Rosamund, tell me!
Lady C. What can I tell you? What?
Sir J. That you care for me! Will you?
Lady C. But you are not free!