Mollen. We shall see. My dear friend, I have other cases on hand besides this. (comes C.) Have you met Lord Contareen?
Sir J. No—I don't think so.
Mollen. I am, shall I say, "steering" him. He's in love with my—with a lady, and the lady loves him—without knowing it. (R. C.) I give you my word she has refused him, although she adores him—merely because she doesn't know.
Sir J. (C.) Funny! But you know, eh?
Mollen. I know, by what I call consequential induction; and by the same process I'll answer for your ward. By the way what will you do while I—plead?
Sir J. Just go and sit at my desk, eh? (sit R. of desk C.)
Mollen. Yes—that will be best. It won't take long. I hope she'll come soon! (down R.) though! Ah—
(Margaret has come into the room L. 3 E.; she goes to Sir Joseph and does not at first notice Mollen. who is at back.)
Margaret. (L. of desk C.) You wish to speak to me, guardian?
Sir J. (very embarrassed) Yes—er—yes.