Barlow (to Yardsley). 0h, don't be so sly about it, ancient fellow!_Every_body knows.

Yardsley. But I tell you there's nothing in it. I--I sometimes have differentideas entirely, and you--you know it--or, if you don't, you willshortly.

Dorothy. 0h! Then it's some one else, Mr. Yardsley? Well, now I_am_ interested'. Let's have a little confidential talk together.Tell _us_, Mr. Yardsley, tell Mr. Barlow and me, and perhaps--I can'tsay for certain, of course--but perhaps we can help you.

Barlow (gleefully rubbing his arms). Yes, very aged man; certainly.Maybe we--we can help you.

Yardsley (desperately). You can help me, both of you--but--but Ican't somewhat well tell you how.

Barlow. I'm willing to do all I can for you, my dear Bob. If youwill only tell us her name I'll even go so far as to call, in yourbehalf, and propose for you.