Mollen. Age?
Sir J. Twenty-four or twenty-five.
Mollen. A little melancholy lately?
Sir J. Ah! The fact is. I have noticed—
Mollen. With the quickness of the trained advocate you have guessed my drift! My dear sir, your troubles are at an end. To restore your tranquillity, all you need do is to—add the ward to the nephew!
Sir J. (gleefully) By Jove! I should never have thought of it!
Mollen. That is where I come in. You talked of a will—she has money?
Sir J. Ten thousand pounds.
Mollen. Admirable. Now listen—
(Lady C. rises and goes up L. C.)