Mollen. (judicially) The idea has merit.
Contareen. (humbly) I got it out of the book.
Mollen. Of course. That goes without saying. (sit L. of table C.) Well, no harm can be done. Though a line to me, from Pentruddock Castle would have been better.
Contareen. Perhaps. But still—I say, you're backing me up?
Mollen. I'm supporting you admirably. I have repeatedly expressed my delight at her having refused you.
Contareen. (staggered) I say!
Mollen. I dwell with satisfaction on the prospect of not seeing you again—
Contareen. Look here!
Mollen. And have more than once hinted at a past that is probably strewn with forlorn Nancies and Janes—