EDMUND. I think perhaps in the circumstances, Mrs. Metherell——
MRS. METHERELL (with the door handle in her hand). What circumstances?
EDMUND. Don't you know about my niece?
MRS. METHERELL. I know she's a forward hussy, like most young girls to-day. That's all I know.
EDMUND. Then I must explain.
MRS. METHERELL (glancing off). You'd better.
EDMUND. You see, she and your son are engaged to be married.
MRS. METHERELL (pausing, astonished, then closing door). It's the first I've heard of it.
EDMUND (pleased to find her hostile). Perhaps I ought rather to say they think they're engaged.
MRS. METHERELL. No. You oughtn't. Jack doesn't think he's tied to any woman till he's told me first and got my leave.