MARGARET. Mr Duvallet, father.
KNOX. I ask Mr Doovalley what his intentions are.
MARGARET. Oh father: how can you?
DUVALLET. I'm afraid my knowledge of English is not enough to understand. Intentions? How?
MARGARET. He wants to know will you marry me.
MRS GILBEY. | What a thing to say!
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KNOX. | Silence, miss.
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DORA. | Well, thats straight, aint it?
DUVALLET. But I am married already. I have two daughters.
KNOX. [rising, virtuously indignant] You sit there after carrying on with my daughter, and tell me coolly youre married.
MARGARET. Papa: you really must not tell people that they sit there. [He sits down again sulkily].
DUVALLET. Pardon. Carrying on? What does that mean?