Mollen. (L. C.) You don't say so! Remarkable! Really! (up L. C. puts hat down table C. and crosses to down R.)
Sir J. I have your authority, Everard, to—ask the lady?
Everard. (R. C.) Oh, uncle, if you would! One word from you!
Sir J. Very well, then—send her to me! At once!
Everard. (with a look at Mollentrave) Now, uncle? Had we not better—
Sir J. Now! The court of Love is sitting! (Everard crosses to L.) Go, my boy—and tell her to be quick!
Everard. (shakes his uncle violently by the hand, then rushes out of the room L. 3 E. Sir Joseph turns to Mollentrave down R. C. with enthusiasm, C.) You're a wizard, you know! It's marvellous! Look here, I made a note or two for you—matchless face, silvery music of her voice—you might bring those in—
Mollen. Startingly original, aren't they? You'll find half a dozen really new superlatives in my book. So it seems I wasn't wrong, eh? (goes R. by fireplace)
Sir J. (C.) Extraordinary! If only you're right about her.