VAN. (taking up morning gown and flinging it over his left arm as drapery) Don’t trouble yourself to show me the way to the parlour! (crosses to D.) I know the way to the parlour! Look out for yourself Bobbins!
Exit L. D.
REBECCA. (R.) He must be some madman escaped from a lunatic asylum. I don’t like being left alone with him in the house—I wish master would come home—oh, here he is!
Enter BOBBINS, C. D. from L.
AUGUS. Has there been a parcel left here since I went out?
REBECCA. Yes, sir, there it is on the table. Were you expecting any one to call this morning, sir?
AUGUS. No, no one—(looking up) why, has anybody been?
REBECCA. Yes, sir!
AUGUS. Who? a lady?
REBECCA. No, sir, a gentleman.