Why, he's my godfather!
Mrs. Futvoye.
An old friend of ours. Eliza Wackerbath and I were at school together.
Horace.
[To Professor.] So you see, sir, I—I'm not so badly off as you thought. I can afford to—to launch out a bit.
Professor Futvoye.
[Somewhat mollified.] Hardly, I should have thought, to this extent. However, in the circumstances, I consent to remain.
Sylvia.
[In an undertone to Horace.] I thought it was all over with us!
Horace.