MRS. MORLAND. Did Mary Rose tell you to say that?
SIMON (guiltily). Well— (Tap, tap.) Oh, another thing, I should consider it well worth being married to Mary Rose just to have you, Mrs. Morland, for a mother-in-law.
MR. MORLAND (pleased). Well said, Simon; I like you the better for that.
MRS. MORLAND (a demon). Did she tell you to say that also?
SIMON. Well— At any rate, never shall I forget the respect and affection I owe to the parents of my beloved wife.
MR. MORLAND. She is not your wife yet, you know.
SIMON (handsomely). No, she isn’t. But can she be? Mrs. Morland, can she be?
MRS. MORLAND. That is as may be, Simon. It is only a possible engagement that we are discussing at present.
SIMON. Yes, yes, of course. (Becoming more difficult to resist as his reason goes.) I used to be careless about money, but I have thought of a trick of writing the word Economy in the inside of my watch, so that I’ll see it every time I wind up. My people——
MR. MORLAND. We like them, Simon.