Mollen. (up C.) (sternly) Rosamund, I want you! Come!
(He marches her off L. U. E., Margaret looks scornfully after her, then sits on the grass, close to Sir J. who holds the paper as a shield.)
(Sir Joseph crosses R. and sits.)
Margaret. (C., reproachfully) Joseph, I warned you! You refused to take any steps! Now you see!
(Sir Joseph turns over the paper wildly.)
Margaret. It is unpardonable of them both, but he, the poor boy, is at least to be pitied. There really should be a law against elderly women marrying mere boys! But it's our duty to do something, isn't it, Joseph? We really can't stand by and allow him to be so foolish—can we?
(Everard comes in, R. 3 E.)
Ah, Everard, Everard! We have heard the—news. Your uncle has something to say to you—haven't you, Joseph?
(Comes down R. C., taps him on the arm, Sir Joseph suddenly leaps up R. C. with a wild yell)