Colin: ... Well, I must be getting along.
Mr. Freeman (jumping at this): I’m sorry I can’t ask you to stay. I’ve got some particular business to discuss with my son.
Colin: Oh, of course. (He hesitates awkwardly a moment, and then says, low, to Gwen:) Will you come and have dinner to-night?
Gwen: Yes.
Mr. Freeman (catching this): What’s that?
Colin: I was asking your daughter if she’d dine with me to-night.
Mr. Freeman: I’m afraid I can’t allow it.
Gwen: Father!
Mr. Freeman: That’s enough!... You’ve been out with Mr. Mackenzie six times this week. I’m sure Mr. Mackenzie’s man-of-the-world enough to realise that’s unusual.
Gwen: I’m over twenty-one.