CRICHTON (still more vaguely). That’s right. (He takes command of himself again, and signs to them to sit down. ERNEST comes in cheerily, but finding CRICHTON here is suddenly weak. He subsides on a chair, wondering what has happened.) CRICHTON (surveying him). Ernest. (ERNEST rises.) You are becoming a little slovenly in your dress, Ernest; I don’t like it. ERNEST (respectfully). Thank you. (ERNEST sits again. DADDY and TREHERNE arrive.) CRICHTON. Daddy, I want you. LORD LOAM (with a sinking). Is it because I forgot to clean out the dam? CRICHTON (encouragingly). No, no. (He pours some wine into a goblet.) A glass of wine with you, Daddy. LORD LOAM (hastily). Your health, Gov. (He is about to drink, but the master checks him.) CRICHTON. And hers. Daddy, this lady has done me the honour to promise to be my wife. LORD LOAM (astounded). Polly! CRICHTON (a little perturbed). I ought first to have asked your consent. I deeply regret--but nature; may I hope I have your approval? LORD LOAM. May you, Gov.? (Delighted.) Rather! Polly! (He puts his proud arms round her.) TREHERNE. We all congratulate you, Gov., most heartily. ERNEST. Long life to you both, sir. (There is much shaking of hands, all of which is sincere.) TREHERNE. When will it be, Gov.? CRICHTON (after turning to LADY MARY, who whispers to him). As soon as the bridal skirt can be prepared. (His manner has been most indulgent, and without the slightest suggestion of patronage. But he knows it is best for all that he should keep his place, and that his presence hampers them.) My friends, I thank you for your good wishes, I thank you all. And now, perhaps you would like me to leave you to yourselves. Be joyous. Let there be song and dance to-night. Polly, I shall take my coffee in the parlour--you understand. (He retires with pleasant dignity. Immediately there is a rush of two girls at LADY MARY.) LADY MARY. Oh, oh! Father, they are pinching me. LORD LOAM (taking her under his protection). Agatha, Catherine, never presume to pinch your sister again. On the other hand, she may pinch you henceforth as much as ever she chooses. (In the meantime TWEENY is weeping softly, and the two are not above using her as a weapon.) CATHERINE. Poor Tweeny, it’s a shame. AGATHA. After he had almost promised you. TWEENY (loyally turning on them). No, he never did. He was always honourable as could be. ‘Twas me as was too vulgar. Don’t you dare say a word agin that man. ERNEST (to LORD LOAM). You’ll get a lot of tit-bits out of this, Daddy. LORD LOAM. That’s what I was thinking. ERNEST (plunged in thought). I dare say I shall have to clean out the dam now. LORD LOAM (heartlessly). I dare say. (His gay old heart makes him again proclaim that he is a chickety chick. He seizes the concertina.)