Ch. That is your experience, is it? It tallies with my own. Take it that I am your father, you are my daughter—or take it even that I am merely your husband, and you my wife, and it would be expected of me. (Kissing her.)
Par. But I’m not your wife, sir.
Ch. No, not yet, that’s very true, and, of course, makes a difference. That’s why I say I must subdue this tendency; I must struggle with it; I must conquer it—in half-an-hour.
Min. (without). Parker, where’s Mr. Cheviot?
Ch. There is your mistress, my dear—she’s coming. Will you excuse me? (Releasing her.) Thank you. Good day, Parker.
Par. (disgusted). Not so much as a shilling; and that man’s worth thousands!
[Exit Parker.
Enter Minnie.
Ch. My darling Minnie—my own, own To Come! (Kissing her.)