(Everard returns L. 3 E. the picture of hopeless despair.)
Sir J. (C.) Hullo, what's this?
Everard. (L. C.) Uncle, she thinks you meant you!
Sir J. (leaping up) What!!!
Everard. She thinks you meant You!! That you were proposing for yourself! She says she's engaged to—YOU!
Sir J. (shaking him) Speak, can't you? What do you mean?
Everard. (brokenly) She does. I didn't undeceive her. How could I? She's happy—she loves you—she'll marry you! Oh!
Sir J. Oh! Mollentrave!
(Ever. buries his head in his hands and sinks into settee L. Sir Joseph stands C. shouting between his clenched teeth—"Oh, Mollentrave!")
CURTAIN.