Lady C. There is a chapter on widows.
Sir J. Which I shall not read. There you shall be my author.
Lady C. My book is to be on man.
Sir J. If you need a collaborator!
Lady C. I shall ask your ward to assist—But, Sir Joseph, I thought you could not talk to women?
Sir J. I cannot—but there is one, all these years, to whom I have said so much, and so often!
Lady C. I am glad you have made an exception. Well, you know where we live, at Swanage?
Sir J. I have not forgotten—I have a memory.... There was an elm-tree there—
Lady C. Which still remains, though it has grown older! (Mollen. bustles up) To-morrow then? You will let us know by what train? Good-bye—and you have my best wishes. (B. goes up to door L. 3 E.) Papa (goes up L. and Exit L. 3 E.)
Mollen. (rise, round back C. to L. C.) Yes—send us a wire! Good-bye, my dear fellow. And remember—gallons of sentiment!