[Horatia in an agony throws herself at his feet, exclaiming] O noble man! for the sake of all you love....
Daresby. Horatia, I am in a dream. Sophy, of you I ask, I entreat, an explanation. Why am I thus confined? Why do you stand calmly looking on my disgrace?
Sophy. Calmly! O Da ... [Aside.] I cannot restrain my tears.
Daresby. Are you too my enemy?
Sophy. Your enemy! O!
Daresby. [To the Colonel.] Are my political opinions suspected? Am I supposed to be a Ja....
Horatia. You are known—you are known—to be—to be—to be ... [Enter Weasel.]
Horatia. [Springing to Sophia’s side.] O Sophy, for pity’s sake take that creature off, or....
Sophy. Weasel, Weasel! [Aside.] What can I say?