Topp. Thank you. Thank you. (Clasps his hand.) We can arrange details at our leisure.
Twiggs. Yes, plenty of time for that. The details will take care of themselves.
Topp. The preliminaries were soon settled.
Twiggs. Yes, though I happen to think of one preliminary that might be a little clearer. Which one of my daughters do you mean?
Topp. (Astonished.) What! Which one (Pause)—have you several?
Twiggs. Only two, sir. Will you be kind enough to specify the lady by name?
Topp. (Puzzled.) Let me see! (Looks for note book in pocket.) Really I can’t recall her name. (Cannot find book.)
Twiggs. Ah, I see—memory not so good as formerly. (Aside.) Another break, hang it!
Topp. You are mistaken, sir, it is the confusion of love. You said you could appreciate a lover’s feelings. (Can’t find note book.)
Twiggs. Of course, beg pardon. (Aside.) If I succeed I’ll be the first on record.