CLEVELAND. Capital! capital! Ha! ha! ha!
ROSE. Ha! ha! ha! A splendid joke, sir. But I don't quite understand it.
CLEVELAND. Oh, you understand enough. You must not speak above the lowest whisper, nor let the Captain see your features. A few words and the—the—ha, ha, ha—the joke is through with—
ROSE. I see—I see.
CLEVELAND. And then to-morrow when he comes to know it—don't you see—we will have a run on the Captain—'twill be the rarest sport when found out.
ROSE. But suppose now it should turn out to be a real no-mistake marriage.
CLEVELAND. But it can't. The priest is a sham—that's the point of the joke.
ROSE. That's the point of the joke, eh?
CLEVELAND. Come, will you do it?
ROSE. Well—I am doubtful.