As I was saying, I came prepared to leave the field to you—for I am not the sort of man to unsettle any girl's affections——
Horace.
That's your modesty, Pringle! You don't realise how dangerous you are!
Pringle.
[Ignoring this.] I was going to say—so long as she continues engaged to another. But if Miss Sylvia doesn't recognise yet that you are utterly unworthy of her, she very soon will. Then my chance will come—and I've every intention of taking it.
Horace.
Sorry to discourage you, my dear Pringle—but your chance hasn't come yet, and it's not over likely to come at all.
[He turns to his work again.
Pringle.