I'll go! Is my face good enough?
Tom.
[Enthusiastically.] I should say so!
Imogen.
[Taking his hands.] Ha, ha! It has been in my possession longer than you have had your oldest coat, Tom!
Tom.
Make haste, Jenny!
Imogen.
[Running up to the door.] Oh, it will last till I get to Duncan Terrace. [Turning.] Tom, you may have to read your play to Mr. Morfew. Have you another copy? Uncle Clandon has mine.