MRS. BOBBINS. Constantia! You impertinent young man!
FAST. Yes, Constantia—dear Constantia! I doat upon the very ground you tread upon! Now you shall listen to me—
(falling on his knees.
Enter BOBBINS, C. from L.
AUGUS. (C.) What is all this?
MRS. BOBBINS. (aside) Good heavens! my husband!
FAST. (getting up slowly) Ah, Bobbins, old fellow! how are you? (go to L.)
AUGUS. (in amazement) Sir, my astonishment knows no bounds.
MRS. BOBBINS. (R.) My dear Augustus, don’t for one moment imagine—
AUGUS. Silence, Constantia! (to FASTMAN) Will you have the kindness to explain, sir, what the devil you mean by going down upon your knees to my wife?