Margaret. (caressing the other hand) Dear Mr. Mollentrave!
Mollen. Whatever it cost me, you have my promise!
(They go off, hand-in-hand R. 2 E. Left alone, Mollentrave laughs quietly to himself, and expresses his supreme satisfaction by a kind of elderly dance. Dexter comes in R. 2 E. with a telegram, and stares.)
Dexter. (R. C.) Mr. Mollentrave!
Mollen. (with dignity C.) Dexter, this exhibition of agility may seem undignified, but it is symbolic of a certain inward feeling of legitimate pride.
Dexter. (puzzled) Sir?
Mollen. Dexter, I have done it—like that! (he snaps his fingers) I waved my wand—and they walked—I piped, and they danced! (to Dexter R. C. speaking with profound conviction) Dexter there are moments when my power strikes me as somewhat uncanny....
Dexter. (R. C.) May I ask, sir—
Mollen. No, no, these matters are not for you.—What have you there?
Dexter. A telegram, sir. The boy is waiting.