Yes, I know
That is so!
[At the end exit Little Buttercup, melodramatically.
Capt. Incomprehensible as her utterances are, I nevertheless feel that they are dictated by a sincere regard for me. But to what new misery is she referring? Time alone can tell!
Enter Sir Joseph.
Sir J. Captain Corcoran, I am much disappointed with your daughter. In fact, I don’t think she will do.
Capt. She won’t do, Sir Joseph!
Sir J. I’m afraid not. The fact is, that although I have urged my suit with as much eloquence as is consistent with an official utterance, I have done so hitherto without success. How do you account for this?
Capt. Really, Sir Joseph, I hardly know. Josephine is, of course, sensible of your condescension.
Sir J. She naturally would be.