Sir J. All I ask is that we now drop heroics and descend to more commonplace ground. Leave Olympus and return to the London pavement——
Everard. (L. C. bewildered) I don't understand—
Sir J. (R. C.) Why, after all, when one comes to think of it, there is no especial crime in a young man falling in love with a young woman—
Everard. (up R. C.) A young woman! Margaret!
Sir J. A young goddess, then—but still, it is not unnatural. And, as I say, I don't see—
Everard. (springing wildly to his feet) You don't mean that there is a hope for me!
Sir J. But I do, I do! I have reason to believe that she is not altogether indifferent.
Everard. (gasping) Uncle!
Sir J. Has she given you no sign?