EGLANTINE. Her home?
HARLEQUIN. Her home, my lord.
EGLANTINE. I must keep this safe, Quin.
[Quite tenderly--though why?--he lays the parchment by his side.
CLOWN. Damme, I want another glass to pull me over the shock, old Talon.
PANTALOON. An excellent wine. It reminds me of the time ...
EGLANTINE. [Watch in hand.] Let it remind us all of the time. Mr. Talon,
Lady Clarissa's lawyers expect you at nine with the bonds for twelve
thousand five hundred pounds. Don't let me detain you.
CLOWN. Lady Clarissa! But that's the very name...
EGLANTINE. Stay, George, and bring me to the church and tell me your story
on the way. You'll pardon me, my wedding suit awaits me.
[He goes out. Be-wigged, rouged, be-powdered, his dressing-gown
gathered about him; like a splendid vision he fades into his bedroom.
PANTALOON. I must go.
CLOWN. No, not without a final glass. We've settled the Madeira, but
there's still the Port.
[Harlequin waves a powder puff. And the empty decanter is full and the
full one empty.
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