Jen. Very well, sir. (Aside.) What a scowl he has on him! I do believe I should be tempted to marry Jim, if it wasn't for the awful example before me. (Exit, L. U. E.) Mr. G. (sitting at desk, R.). Nothing but debts, debts. What a fool a man is to get married and saddle himself with an expensive family! Well, there is one consolation, my girls will be off my hands some time. Not a bad bargain will the man make who gets Kate. It's a pity, a great pity she isn't a boy. A very different son she would have been to me from the one I have. If I had time to spare from money matters, Eugene would give me great anxiety. Here is that note of Brown's due next week; how am I to meet it? But it must be done or my credit is lost! Jen. (outside). This way, sir; you will find him in the library. Doug. (outside). Aw--pwecisely. (Enter Doughlass, L. U. E.) Aw--good morning, sir. I twust you are well to-day. Mr. G. (rising). Not quite well, I am sorry to say. Will you be seated? Doug. (sitting L.). Aw--thank you, but you seem vewy busy. Mr. G. We business men are always busy. (Sits, R.) Doug. Aw, pwecisely. I will not twespass long on your valuable time. To pwoceed to business at once, I came to ask--aw--for your daughter's hand. Mr. G. Indeed! Have you my daughter's consent? Doug. Aw--not exactly, but I weally do not think there will be any twouble about that. (Aside.) Does he think _any_ woman would wefuse _me_? Mr. G. I was not aware matters had gone so far. But I have two daughters. Do you mean my eldest or-- Doug. Aw--no, no, your youngest. (Aside.) Does he take me for a woman's wights convention? Mr. G. If my daughter is agreeable, then, you have my full consent. (Aside.) How little he knows what an expensive luxury he is about to indulge in. Doug. (rising). Aw--thank you, I thought it was best to see you first, you know, and now I will not twespass on your valuable time any longer. Good morning. Mr. G. (rising and shaking hands with him). Good morning, and I wish you success. (Exit Doughlass, L. U. E.) Ay, that I do with all my heart. One burden less. Oh, if that note was only paid! (Exit into anteroom, R. 1 E.) (Enter Doughlass, L. U. E.) Doug. I beg pardon, but I believe I left my glove--aw--the old man has gone. Well, no matter, I'll just find my glove and depart. (Looks for glove.) (Enter Jennie, L. U. E.) Jen. If you please, sir--oh! Doug. (aside, looking at her through eye-glass). Always thought she was devilish pwetty. (Aloud) Aw--do not be afwaid, my dear. Jen. (coming down L.). Afraid of _you_? Oh, no, indeed, sir! Doug. Aw--that is wight. Let me see, what is your name, my dear? Jen. Jennie, sir. (Aside.) Oh, what a fool he is! Doug. Jennie--aw--vewy pwetty name, Jennie. Jen. Do you think so, sir? It _must_ be if you do. Doug. Aw--yes, and a vewy pwetty girl owns it, too. (Enter Jim, L. U. E. Stops up stage listening.) Jen. You don't say so!