The Ladies. Why—what—who——
Charles. Perhaps you will permit me, ladies, to retire. I feel indisposed—faint! [Exit.]
Mrs. Jud. I must go and welcome my old friend. [Exit.]
Horatia. Bab!
Barbara. Ratty!
Horatia. What a flash of electricity has burst on my intellect!
Sophia. His noble air; his wan features....
Horatia. A fugitive....
Sophia. A wanderer....
Horatia. His sudden alarm....