SIR W. Heavens!
PLATO. Sir William!
MAR. (to JOE) Don’t go away—it’s only my husband.
SIR W. Who is this fellow, and what is he doing here?
JOE, still seated, stares at SIR WILLIAM and makes him a bow—SIR WILLIAM repeats the question.
MAR. It’s my cousin Joe. He was only giving me a kiss just now—and I was so glad to see him, and he was so glad to see me, that we—we couldn’t help it.
JOE. No, we couldn’t help it.
PLATO. Exceedingly ingenious!
SIR W. (to MARGERY) Oblige me by retiring to your room—and you, fellow, leave this place immediately.