Barlow. I fancy—I fancy I'd better go now, Miss—er—Miss Andrews. I—I—have an appointment with Mr. Wilkins, and—er—I observe that it is getting rather late.
Yardsley. Don't go yet, Jack. I'm not so anxious to be rid of you now.
Barlow. I must go—really.
Yardsley. But I want you to make me one promise before you go.
Dorothy. He'll make it, I'm sure, if I ask him. Mr. Yardsley and I want you—want you to be our best man.
Yardsley. That's it, precisely. Eh, Jack?
Barlow. Well, yes. I'll be—second-best man. The events of the afternoon have shown my capacity for that.
Yardsley. Ah!
Barlow. And I'll show my sincerity by wearing Bob's hat and coat into the street now and letting the fury of Hicks fall upon me.
Jennie. If you please, Miss Dorothy—I—I think I can attend to Mr. Hicks.