GUEST (to the STRANGER). A delightful evening!
STRANGER. Wonderful.
(All the Frock Coats creep away.)
FATHER (an elderly, overdressed man with an eye-glass and military bearing crosses to the doctor). What? Are you here?
DOCTOR. Yes, Father-in-law. I'm here. I go everywhere he goes.
FATHER. It's too late in the day to call me father-in-law. Besides, I'm his father-in-law now.
DOCTOR. Does he know you?
FATHER. No. He's not had that honour; and I must ask you to preserve my incognito. Is it true he's made gold?
DOCTOR. So it's said. But it's certain he left his wife while she was in childbed.
FATHER. Does that mean I can expect a third son-in-law soon? I don't like the idea! The uncertainty of my position makes me hate being a father-in-law at all. Of course, I've nothing to say against it, since....