Mollen. About Everard? Oh yes. And of course she's indignant. Although she adores our friend Balsted, she resents the desertion of an ancient admirer.
Sir J. (coming down C.) I fail to see how this helps us.
Mollen. (R. C.) Balsted, Balsted, you surely affect this denseness! I've told Everard, by the way, that he has my full consent and approval.
Lady C. (L. C.) Papa!
Mollen. That the decision rests with my daughter—
Lady C. (cross to C.) With me! What am I to say to him?
Sir J. (L. C.) (whispering to her) We'll elope!
Mollen. In the meantime Balsted will be good enough to overwhelm Margaret with his elderly devotion—
Sir J. I won't!
Mollen. You will! Where you were doddery before, you will now be paralytic! You will, for the next week, refuse to stir from the house, or let Margaret do as much as budge from your side!