Margaret. And your uncle—think of your uncle! Imagine if he—suspected! The blow to him! No, no, we mustn't, we can't. We must make the sacrifice, Everard! We must do what is right!
(Leaning against each other.)
Everard. But tell me, at least! You do love me?
Margaret. Oh, Everard, I always have loved you—but I didn't know!
Everard. (desperately) I don't want to marry Lady Claude!
Margaret. Nor I your uncle! But we must! They love us, the poor old things!
(They fall into each other's arms. Mollentrave comes in briskly L. U. E. and stares, in utter amazement)
Mollen. (triumphantly) Ah! The liberation of two gases, that meet, and explode!
(Everard and Margaret turn, horror-stricken, and rise)
Everard. (up R. C. releasing Margaret) Mr. Mollentrave! Oh!!!