Bastling.
We're going to be married at once—next week. We shall need your help still. Of course, it must be a secret marriage. She will follow me out by-and-by.
Sophy.
[Nodding, dully.] Oh, yes.
Bastling.
Why, aren't you glad about it? [Smilingly.] Don't you congratulate us?
Sophy.
C—certainly.
Bastling.
Good. And—[shaking hands with her] thanks to you. [Releasing her hand.] Thanks.