[Exit b. d.
Reg. (coming down). Miss Wortley, I am deucid sowy that epitome of bad form has been borwing you.
Polly. Oh, I don’t mind that. I was only afraid he was going to misbehave.
Reg. Aw, the cad’s always doing that, don’tcher know.
Polly. Oh, Mr. Van Tromp, what must you think of me!
Reg. Think of you? The woman Reginald De Lancey Van Tromp loves is above thought. In but one way can the loveliest of her sex offend me.
Polly (eagerly). Ah! Tell me, so that I may never do it.
Reg. By wefusing the heart and hand he (kneeling) places at her feet.
Polly. Oh! I am faint with too great happiness. (Leans on Reg.) Reginald, support— Oh, Jiminy! Some one’s coming.
[Recovers, and rushes up l. to l. b., exit l. d. followed by Reg.