CLEVELAND. Hush! Why the deuce do you raise that clatter?
ROSE. Lor, sir, we always do.
CLEVELAND. Be silent, or the twenty pounds—
ROSE. Twenty-five—
CLEVELAND. Twenty-five then. Marriage in jest.
ROSE. Oh!
CLEVELAND. Only in jest—to decide a wager. You must disguise yourself as your mistress, when you will be admitted into the presence of Captain Armstrong.
ROSE. Captain Armstrong.—Goodness gracious!
CLEVELAND. Hear me out. A pretended chaplain will be by, and a sham form of marriage will be gone through with—
ROSE. Only in jest? Why, what a funny joke!