JOSEPHINE (very quickly). I should think not, indeed!
BART. (aside). She doesn’t love me! Huzza! (Aloud.) What course is, then, open to me? One—only one: to sacrifice myself to the happiness of my friend!
ROYS. (grasping his hand). Glorious creature!
JOSEPHINE. But what about your own happiness? It isn’t likely you could give me up so quietly without some other reason—some other motive!
BART. I have another motive, which for your sister’s sake you will respect! In a word, that portrait—
JOSEPHINE. In Julia’s box? Yes. Well?
BART. Was mine! See! (taking out portrait and showing it).
JOSEPHINE (exclaiming). Yours? It is!
ROYS. Yours? It is! (bewildered).
JOSEPHINE. Then—then you are her young man, after all?