FORESTER.
Solemn? Perhaps so. But this affair is enough to make one solemn. I am not a heathen.
[Strikes an attitude.] So you are decided with God's help, Robert—
ROBERT. Well—
FORESTER.
Hang it!—Don't look at me that way!—You intend to marry, Robert?
ROBERT (rises, surprised).
Why, you know that—
FORESTER.
That's true. But there must be some sort of introduction. Never mind, sit down. However, you must give me a chance to finish what I have to say. On other occasions I am not afraid to talk, but now that I am about to preach a sermon, it strikes me just as if I were to see the pastor in his cassock trying to chase a hare.