Fiddlededee! Of course you’ll marry her. Who is this creature she’s run away with? Perkins! Perkins with a P. I never heard anything so ridiculous. Do you suppose my daughter is going to be Mrs. Perkins—Perkins with a P?
Blenkinsop.
You couldn’t very well spell it with a W could you?
Lady Sellenger.
Hold your impudent tongue, sir!
Gerald.
Now, let’s have this out and be done with it. I’m no more in love with Nellie than she is with me, I was going to marry her because I’d promised to, and it seemed a low down trick to draw back....
Lady Sellenger.
The man’s mad. The shock has turned his brain.
Gerald.