Sir J. Vanity!
Mollen. Complacently the essential ingredient of a young woman's affections.
Lady C. The book says she will demand an eternity to pass.
Mollen. A feminine figure of speech that resolves itself into months! But think of those months with her sighing, dying, crying! (down R. C.)
Sir J. (groaning) What a catastrophe!
Mollen. (up R. of Sir J.) You're sure—quite sure—you won't marry her?
Sir J. (angrily) Mollentrave! (rising) If this is all the help you can give me—
Mollen. (forcing him back in his chair) Alternatives! I merely suggest alternatives! You don't marry—that's settled, agreed. But I see no reason why you should not be—engaged!
Sir J. (rising, Mollen. sits him again) Engaged! You're mad!