Ernest
[as unconscious of danger as a mountain-lion on an inaccessible height, smiles easily at his sentimental old friend Theodore]
How do you know "the right one" hasn't come already?
[Theodore catches sight of Helen. She shakes her head in silent pleading, taps a finger on her lips, and in a panic flees noiselessly across toward the door.
Theodore
[suppressing a laugh]
Then don't let her go by!
[Helen stops at the door and makes a face at Theodore.
Ernest
[affecting indifference]