Mollen. (C.) Disappointment! The dearest wish of my heart!
Sir J. What!!
Mollen. My scheme of schemes, at which I have labored since first I set eyes on our friend! Every single event, all that has happened, was merely the inlay, the minute fragments that dovetailed—and produced this!
Sir J. Marvellous! Mollentrave, I have no words—to express my admiration!
Mollen. (taking Sir Joseph's hand and placing it in Lady Claude's) After all, my dear fellow, what is it? A little knowledge of human nature!
CURTAIN.
- Mollentrave.
- Sir Joseph.
- Lady Claude.
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Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.