Dor. (putting arms about Ruth, who is seated by table). Another ripple on the matrimonial sea. Somebody's engaged. Guess who it is.
Ruth. Engaged? I give it up.
Dor. Allow me to present Major Pinkerton Potts as the culprit, and his victim is (turns around; sees Roger, and rushes into his arms)—Roger! (All laugh.)
Roger. That is news to me, major.
Potts. Back again, old man. I am glad to see you. (Shakes hands with Roger.)
Dor. Well, you needn't make fun of me. It's my dearest friend Mollie.
Col. Major, I indeed congratulate you.
Roger. Thought you would follow my example, eh, old man?
Potts. Yes; yours was such a lucky prize, thought I would try my hand.