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?
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.