Prof. G. A most remarkable young woman—Miss Templeton—marvelous self-control.
Mr. T. (sitting down at desk and looking longingly at his work). True, and a most alarming occurrence. Hilda shall not go out alone again.
Prof. G. (moving about nervously). You cannot be too careful. And now, Mr. Templeton (pausing by desk and clearing throat several times), there is something—in fact—I must explain—to be brief, I love Miss Templeton. If it meets with your approval, I shall be most happy to make her my wife.
Mr. T. Well, well, Mrs. Templeton has hinted at this. But, my dear Professor, have you thought of the disparity in ages?
Prof. G. (delightedly). Considering the marked congeniality of our tastes, that is hardly worth mentioning.
Mr. T. I fear she may prove reluctant——
Prof. G. (beaming). I have already ascertained her sentiments; she is quite willing——
Mr. T. (rising and extending his hand). Then I am most happy to connect my family with one so esteemed and ancient as your own; and, as a further mark of my approval, I shall present you on your wedding day with the Templeton teapot——
Prof. G. (nervously). Why, my dear sir, you quite overwhelm me.
Mr. T. As I have no sons, it is appropriate that you should own this priceless heirloom (taking teapot from mantel) which, as you know, belonged to the Duke of Birmingham when tea was first introduced into England, passed into the hands of the Puritans in the time of Cromwell, was brought to this country in—— (Enter Mr. Leon Burnett, r.) Why, good-evening, Burnett.