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.
Dorothy. Very well. I think that would be better. You may go, Jennie.
[Jennie departs.
Barlow. Well, good-day. I—I’ve had a very pleasant afternoon, Miss—Andrews. Thanks for the—the cambric tea.
Dorothy. Good-bye, and don’t forget.