Barbara. We know all.
Charles. You know all?
Horatia. Your name, your situation....
Charles. Then you must know that the coming of the Colonel is hangably inconvenient to me.
Sophia. We tremble at your danger.
Horatia. We will defend you with our lives.
Charles. Excessively kind, but it is not quite come to that yet. A kick or a caning....
Sophia. You make us shudder.
Charles. But I do not like promenading at this hour in winter! Is it a country fashion? I am very cold, and tired, and sleepy, and I would rather retire to rest.
Horatia. Here then we have arrived at the spot. Descend, and you will find a bed prepared for you.