Jerden (aside). Ah! I have a rival here.
Dick. Tom, old boy, it's glorious: you were made for each other. (Exit with Agnes, door C.)
Moselle. Tom, hunt up daddy: he's lots of dust.
Jerden. Miss Moselle, shall I attend you?
Moselle. You?
Tom. No: Moselle goes with me.
Moselle. No, Tom, you look out for daddy. Come, Mr. Jerden, I'm your prisoner.
Jerden (offers arm). Prisoner?
Moselle (taking his arm). Why not? One good turn deserves another: you were mine a little while ago, now I am yours: ha, ha, ha! how you did struggle to escape!
Jerden. Ah! that was clever. Do you know, I would like to present you with something for that?