Mil. Tom! “A leg up?”
Tom. Oh, bother style! Let me say what I mean.
Phil. And what do you mean, my lad? (smiling)
Tom. If you please—we want to get married. (rather frightened, taking Mildred’s hand, and retreating with her up to R.C., facing Philip)
Phil. (suddenly serious) Want to get married?
Mil. That’s the shock!
Tom. (aside to her) Now for it. (holding her tight) Don’t run away—I won’t!
Phil. You are both too young to think about such things!
Tom. (sturdily) I’m sure we’re not too young—(down to C.)
Mil. To think about such things.