[Pouring out sherry—singing.] "And let me the canakin clink, clink—-"
Rose.
[Coming to him.] Be quiet, Gadd!
Colpoys.
[Raising his glass.] The Bride!
Rose.
[Turning, kissing her hand to Avonia.] Yes, yes [Gadd hands Rose his glass; she puts her lips to it.] The Bride!
[She returns the glass to Gadd.]
Gadd.
[Sitting.] My bride!