That's it! that's it! Do you suppose that if I'd been
after Jennie's yes, and got it, I'd have let a door-bell and a sofa
stand between me and--the sealing of the proposal?
Barlow (aside). Oh, what nonsense this all is! I've got to get
ahead of this fellow in some way. (Aloud.) Well, where do I come
in? I came here, Miss Andrews, to--tell you--
Yardsley (interposing). You come in where you came in before--just a
little late--after the proposal, as it were.
Dorothy (her face clearing and wreathing with smiles). What a comedy
of errors it has all been! I--I believe you, Mr. Yardsley.
Yardsley. Thank Heaven! And--ah--you aren't going to say anything
more, D--Dorothy?
Dorothy. I'm afraid--
Yardsley. Are you going to make me go through that proposal all over
again, now that I've got myself into so much trouble saying it the
first time--Dorothy?
Dorothy. No, no. You needn't--you needn't speak of it again.
Barlow (aside). Good! That's his conge.
Yardsley. And--then if I--if I needn't say it again? What then?
Can't I have--my answer now? Oh, Miss Andrews--
Dorothy (with downcast eyes, softly).
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