Margaret. (down R. shamefaced) You mustn't think—oh, you mustn't! We were merely bidding each other good-bye!
Mollen. (C.) That of course was evident! But, Everard—for a man who half-an-hour ago proposed to my daughter—
Everard. (miserably) Mr. Mollentrave!
Mollen. Are there many other young ladies—whom you have to say good-bye to, Everard?
Everard. Be merciful, sir! Oh, Mr. Mollentrave. I love Margaret! (going to her)
Margaret. (reproachfully) Everard!
Everard. I do, I do! And she loves me! Oh, Mr. Mollentrave, help us!
(Both kneel C. holding hands)
Margaret. Yes, yes, help us!