MARY. I will say this. He has always spoken beautifully about her.
LEONARD. Bravo! Mary. Stand up for me.
TIMBRELL. I don’t wish to act hastily—I have tried hard to control myself—
LEONARD. Oh! be natural, sir. Be natural.
TIMBRELL. Go down on your knees, sir, and beg your Mother’s pardon.
LEONARD. Certainly, if she wishes it.
MRS. TIMBRELL. I do not wish it.
TIMBRELL. Do you realise what he said about you?
MRS. TIMBRELL. He’s very clever. No doubt there’s some truth in it.