Miles. You are perfectly right, madam. This is no place for me. I have been sported with. My good name has been treated as a jest.
Joan. O Mister Hooper, ’twas my doing, all of it, but I did it for the best, I did.
Miles. [Going to the door.] Thank you, my good woman. Next time you want to play a little prank like this, I beg that you will select your partner with more care. The name of Hooper is not a suitable one to toy with, let me tell you.
Robin. Aren’t you going to marry her then, Mister Hooper?
Miles. I am not, Master Robin.
Jessie. You said as you could tell a real lady by her ways, but you couldn’t very well, could he, Mother?
[Miles, covering his mortification with sarcastic bows made to the right and left, goes out. Joan leans back almost fainting in her chair.
Luke. [Taking her hand.] This is the finest hearing in all the world for me, Miss—Miss Joan.
Joan. O Mr. Jenner, how deep you must despise me.
Luke. And that I’d never do, though I’m blest if I know why you did it.