Reg. Ask her? I tell you she’s engaged to me. (Sees Stuart). Aw, Mr. Stuart, you’ve lost your wager.
Stuart (to Agnes). Has Mr. Van Tromp proposed to you this evening?
Agnes. No.
Charlie (reeling with laughter against mantel). Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh, thith ith rich! Oh, I thall die of laughing! Oh, thum one thtop me! To think of the proud and haughty Reginald De Lanthy Van Tromp propothing to the wrong girl,—ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho!
Stuart. Laugh away, Newbank. Get it all in now, for it won’t last.
Charlie. Won’t latht? I don’t underthtand you.
[Polly, with domino on her arm, appears at b. d.—looks in, and starts back as if frightened.
Agnes. Come here, Polly.
[Polly comes down r. between Charlie and Reg.
Stuart. Here is the minx who can make all clear. Polly, did Mr. Newbank propose to you?