Sir J. (R. C.) Ah, Noyes, I forgot about you! Here—a present. Take it and read it! (He hands him the book)
Noyes. (R. looking at the cover) "Mollentrave on Women." (he stares)
Sir J. (R. C. takes book away from Noyes) Stay though—it's an autograph copy—you must buy one for yourself! Hurrooh! He knows a thing or two, that old man. Well, now what news?
Noyes. (R.) I merely called to see whether you were going to Scotland to-morrow, Sir Joseph.
Sir J. No—not to-morrow—I must alter my plans for a bit. Everard's going to marry my ward, Noyes. A bit of luck, eh? We must see about settlements, and so on. And buy the lad a practice. There are agents for that sort of thing, eh?
Noyes. Certainly, Sir Joseph. And permit me to congratulate you.
Sir J. Thank you, thank you! And enquire about the practice—at once!
Noyes. Have you any preference as regards locality?
Sir J. H'm—a pleasant suburb—not quite too near town, eh? Noyes? One doesn't want to be too close—to the felicity of the young couple? Turtle-doves demand solitude. Oh, blessings on Mollentrave!