Mollen. That's not proved.
Sir J. Not proved! When she wants to marry me!
Mollen. Didn't I tell you she was an invertebrate sentimentalist? You forgot that. Had you left her undisturbed in the belief that you meant Everard, she'd have gone to the altar with Everard. You persuaded her I had spoken for you—she switched her love on to you. That's the case in a nutshell.
Sir J. Preposterous!
Mollen. There you may trust my, let us say, wider experience. But tell me, Everard! He did not undeceive her?
Sir J. No—heroics! She loves you, he says to me—uncle, she loves you! He seemed to take it for granted I must love her! And he hoped—we'd be happy! You'll go now—at once?
Mollen. I'm willing of course. Only let us first, calmly, review the situation.
(Sir J. sits R. of C. table.)
Assume that I tell your ward bluntly of her mistake—well, what's the result?