Mr. Posket.
But—Lukyn?
Agatha Posket.
Knows the real facts. I went to him last night to beg him not to disturb an arrangement which had brought happiness to all parties. Look. In place of a wayward, troublesome child, I now present you with a youth old enough to be a joy, comfort, and support!
Cis.
Oh, I say, mater, this is a frightful sell for a fellow.
Agatha Posket.
Go to your room, sir.
Cis.