MAYNARD: (Looking at empty pedestal.) I wonder what became of the statue? I guess Chlorinda carried it into the barn because it looks like rain. (Enter CHARLIE from right. He coughs to attract MAYNARD'S attention.)
CHARLIE: Are you very angry at me, Mr. Maynard?
MAYNARD: Angry at you, Charlie? Why, how can you only imagine such a thing? Have a cigar.
CHARLIE: (Accepting the cigar with misgivings.) It isn't loaded with dynamite, is it?
MAYNARD: Certainly not. I give you the cigar because I like you,
Charlie, and I always have liked you.
CHARLIE: It's very kind of you to say that. (During these speeches, FELIX has sneaked back on the pedestal, still carrying the blackthorn stick.)
MAYNARD: You have only to say the word and you can have anything
I've got.
CHARLIE: Can I have your daughter?
MAYNARD: Why certainly, Charlie. Just say the word and she's yours.
CHARLIE: It all seems like a dream. (Business of FELIX hitting
MAYNARD on hat with stick and smashing it in. MAYNARD thinks
CHARLIE did it.)