I notice he has.
SOPHY.
The betrothal!—Mary! How unfortunate that the pastor has not yet arrived! Cousin, if you only would—
Enter ANDREW.
WILKENS.
His head is as hard as iron. Can any one make anything plain to him?
MÖLLER (who until now has been looking out of the window without saying
anything, looks at his watch, and then turns pompously to the
FORESTER).
Sir, I should like to ask you for your final decision.
FORESTER.
What I have said, I have said.
[Takes a few steps, then stops.]