No, of course I don’t! Michael’s far too infatuated with your sleeping beauty there. Still, I’d put a stop to it. And then I should marry your daughter to Bill with indecent haste.
Dean.
Eh, what? Your son? Dear me!
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Why shouldn’t they marry? They are obviously kindred spirits.
Dean.
I don’t know your son sufficiently well to—er——
Mrs. O’Farrel.
A thoroughly healthy, young animal.... You’ll meet him in a moment. I hear the motor....
Dean.