Sir J. (rise) It flashed across me at the time—you never mentioned his name!
Mollen. (with an indulgent smile) Not mention his name! I!
Sir J. If she had accepted Everard, would she, one moment after, have consented to marry me?
Mollen. Do not excite yourself, my dear Balsted! What happened, I see it, was this. I dug the hole, and gave you the tree to put in. You popped in the wrong one!
Lady C. What happened, Sir Joseph, after you heard the news?
Sir J. (to Lady C.) I rushed on here at once. (to Mollen.) You've got me into this scrape—get me out!
Mollen. My dear friend, my services are of course at your disposal. But, truly, how could you? The affair was so simple!
Sir J. Well, one thing's certain at any rate—she's not in love with Everard—
Mollen. (shaking his head) That's not certain at all!
Sir J. (impatiently) What! When the little fool's in love with me!