Townly:
Listen, my dear wife—
Lucas:
I tell you that—
Townly:
I want you to know that—
Lucas: (to Mrs. Townly)
That I and your husband—
Townly: You say that you want Mr. Nelson for a son-in-law, right? I tell you that my daughter doesn't want him.
Lucas:
The matter is a little delicate.
Mrs. Townly: It isn't my daughter's will or mine that ought to decide—it's yours my husband—and in this and in everything else, you are master.
Lucas:
As for me, I think—
Mrs. Townly:
You're a good advisor, Lucas, and I willingly listen to your advice.
Townly: In a word, my wife, you have proposed Mr. Nelson to me, and I don't want him.