Yardsley. Thank Heaven! And—ah—you aren't going to say anything more, D—Dorothy?
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Dorothy. I'm afraid—
Yardsley. Are you going to make me go through that proposal all over again, now that I've got myself into so much trouble saying it the first time—Dorothy?
Dorothy. No, no. You needn't—you needn't speak of it again.
Barlow (aside). Good! That's his congé.
Yardsley. And—then if I—if I needn't say it again? What then? Can't I have—my answer now? Oh, Miss Andrews—
Dorothy (with downcast eyes, softly). What did Jennie say?
Yardsley (in ecstasy). Do you mean it?