BART. Yes, sir; I beg to tell you I’ll not allow, I’ll not permit you to annoy poor dear Julia—I mean Miss Templeton—with your unwelcome attentions, sir—your absurd importunities, sir?
ROYS. Miss Templeton? My dear fellow, she’s nothing whatever to do with it! It’s the other! the little one!
BART. (joyfully). Josephine?
ROYS. Yes.
BART. My dear fellow! Come to my arms! (throwing his arms about ROYSTON, who struggles). I congratulate you! I give you joy! Such a sweet, charming, amiable creature, brimful of talent, overflowing with tenderness. Come to my arms again! (embracing ROYSTON again).
ROYS. Then you’ll speak for me—eh?
BART. Speak for yourself—here she comes.
Enter JOSEPHINE hurriedly at R.
JOSEPHINE (stopping on seeing ROYSTON). Mr. Royston.
BART. (aside to ROYSTON). Now, then, speak out! don’t be afraid! put on a sentimental look.