Oakhurst. Pardon me a moment. You have in the last year, sir, taught me the importance of business formality in all the relations of life. Following that idea, the conditions of my engagement with Jovita Castro were drawn up with your hand. Are you willing to make this recantation as formal, this new contract as businesslike and valid? Old Morton (eagerly). I am. Oakhurst. Then sit here, and write at my dictation. (Pointing to table L. OLD MORTON takes seat at table.) "In view of the evident preferences of my son Alexander Morton, and of certain family interests, I hereby revoke my consent to his marriage with the Dona Jovita Castro, and accord him full permission to woo and win his cousin, Miss Mary Morris, promising him the same aid and assistance previously offered in his suit with Miss Castro." Old Morton (signing). Alexander Morton, sen. There, Aleck! You have forgotten one legal formality. We have no witness. Ha, ha! Oakhurst (significantly). I will be a sufficient witness. Old Morton. Ha, ha! (Fills glass from decanter, after which OAKHURST quietly removes decanter beyond his reach.) Very good! Aleck, I've been thinking of a plan,--I've been thinking of retiring from the bank. I'm getting old, and my ways are not the popular ways of business here. I've been thinking of you, you dog,--of leaving the bank to you,--to you, sir, eh--the day--the day you marry the schoolma'am--eh. I'll stay home and take care of the boy--eh--hic! The little rascal!--lifted his arms to me--did, Aleck! by God! (Incoherently.) Eh! Oakhurst. Hush! (Aside.) Sandy will overhear him, and appear. Old Morton (greatly affected by liquor.) Hush! eh!--of course--shoo! shoo! (The actor will here endeavor to reproduce in OLD MORTON'S drunken behavior, without exactly imitating him, the general characteristics of his son's intoxication.) Eh!--I say, Aleck, old boy! what will the Don say? eh? Ha, ha, ha! And Jovita, that firebrand, how will she--hic--like it, eh? (Laughs immoderately.) Oakhurst. Hush! We will be overheard! The servants, sir! Old Morton. Damn the servants! Don't I--hic--pay them wages--eh? Oakhurst. Let me lead you to your own room. You are nervously excited. A little rest, sir, will do you good. (Taking his arm.) Old Morton. No shir, no shir, 'm nerrer goin' to bed any more. Bed's bad habit!--hic--drunken habit. Lesh stay up all ni, Aleck! You and me! Lesh nev'r--go--bed any more! Whar's whiskey--eh? (Staggers to the table for decanter as OAKHURST seizes him, struggle up stage, and then OLD MORTON, in struggle, falls helplessly on sofa, in same attitude as SANDY was discovered.) Enter SANDY cautiously from door L. Sandy (to OAKHURST). Jack! Eh, Jack-- Oakhurst. Hush! Go! I will follow you in a moment. (Pushes him back to door L.) Sandy (catching sight of OLD MORTON). Hallo! What's up? Oakhurst. Nothing. He was overtaken with a sudden faintness. He will revive presently: go!