Everard. Could it have been other—since now I am conscious—how wholeheartedly I love—you!
Lady C. (wildly) Me! You love me!
Everard. You. My feeling for Margaret was immature sex-attraction. At your feet (kneeling on her L.) I lay the profound and reasoned devotion—of a man. Rosamund, I love you. I ask you to marry me. Be my wife!
Lady C. (aghast and helpless, rise and cross L.) You can't mean this? (He tries to take her hand, she rises hurriedly and eludes him. Sir J. comes from R. 3 E.) (L. C.) There is your uncle. Leave us, leave us!
Everard. (C.) Why? I will tell him—
Lady C. No, no! Go to my father! Let him know! Please!
Everard. Since you wish it. (He goes up R., passing Sir J. haughtily) I shall return for my answer. (he goes)
Lady C. (L. C.) He has proposed!
Sir J. (R. C.) What!!!
Lady C. Imagine it! He has fallen in love—with me!