Contareen. (aghast—rise) By Jove!
Mollen. "To kindle the flame of love in the feminine bosom"—I quote from the fifteenth chapter—(he presses the bell) "the third party should vehemently, and persistently, denounce the person whom he desires to see enthroned."
Contareen. But still!
Mollen. Leave it to me, my dear fellow, leave it to me! I tell you it works like a charm!
(Cont. re-sits settee R.)
(Martin comes in R.)
Mollen. Inform Lady Claude that Lord Contareen is here, and ask her to be good enough to descend.
Martin. Yes, sir. (he goes)
Mollen. Now see—when Rosamund comes, I shall retire into the back room there, and write a letter. I shall give you three minutes. Then you take your leave.
Contareen. Quite so. Three minutes will do!