(Mollentrave turns to the door; as he goes Sir Joseph clutches him.)
Sir J. (away R. C.) Mollentrave, I can't do it! I can't! At the mere thought of it I feel a chill down my spine. I can't!
Mollen. (coming C.) Balsted!
Sir J. Look here, why not speak to her yourself?
Mollen. I?
Sir J. Why not? It's your business, after all, this sort of thing. (C.) You're an expert, a professional. I won your case for you yesterday—win mine for me now!
Mollen. (L. C.) But it's a delicate subject to bring before a lady one has never met before—
Sir J. I'll introduce you in proper form—tell her you are my mouthpiece—Oh, I'll make that all right. And I'll be there, of course, while you—do it—
Mollen. Naturally, if you insist—
Sir J. I do—You will?