[Holding his head.] I think I have—-I don't know——-
Imogen.
Look for it! Find it! If Morfew wants to hear it, we must strike while the iron's hot.
Tom.
While the gold's hot!
Imogen. and Tom.
Ha, ha, ha!
[Mrs. Mossop enters, showing some signs of excitement.]
Imogen.
[Pushing her aside.] Oh, get out of the way, Mrs. Mossop—- [Imogen departs.]