GERALD.
I tell you, it’s all right. Margery’s going to be your niece—my wife.
COLONEL.
Margery, your wife! [Slight pause.] You’re a damned lucky dog!
GERALD.
That I am, uncle!
COLONEL.
’Gad, sir, you’re a man; and I thought you were a monkey. I congratulate you!
GERALD [shaking hands].
You don’t object then?