Nelson:
You, you, you, are a poor planner. Nothing is so easy.
Townly:
Instruct me then!
Nelson:
Nothing is so easy. Now how do you intend to go about it?
Townly:
That's what puzzles me.
Nelson:
But, but, but, me too-- She's a terrible woman, your wife.
Townly:
I see we're both too clever and cunning to figure out what to do. But,
by luck, I have a gardener who has more clever ideas that anybody in
the world. He should be a statesman. A real good head on his
shoulders.
Nelson:
I've got a good head, too. Have him here and we'll figure it out.
Townly:
Here he is now.
(Enter Lucas)
Townly:
Well, Lucas, have you been thinking about our business--have you
considered what I said to you?
Lucas:
Shh!
Townly:
Shh?
Nelson:
Shh!
Lucas:
This gentleman here wishes to marry Miss Angelica, Angelica also,
Madam does, you do, and so do I. So the matter's settled.
Nelson:
See--it's settled.
Lucas:
I say it's not settled. For from the moment she sees that we want it,
too--she won't stand for it, not her!
Townly:
That's the trouble.
Nelson:
That's the trouble.
Lucas:
Oh, I ask you if--
Townly:
Certainly.
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