Col. What an extraordinary temper!
Daresby. Sophy, Sophy, if you are still the ingenuous being I ever believed you to be, tell me in what farce I am thus forced to act a part against my will. Tell me the secret of the conspiracy which seems formed against me. Are you an accessory?
Col. Why, the Ladies have been turning every stone in your defence! They never let out the secret! As far as they were concerned you might have remained in your vault until you were old enough to stay there altogether!
Daresby. Every sentence that I hear bewilders me yet more. Ratty Rattleton, Ratty Rattleton, you are at the bottom of the plot.
Enter Mrs. Judith.
Horatia. [Aside.] Aunt Judy! this is distraction!
Mrs. Jud. Young Daresby, my....
Horatia. Aunt, Aunt....
Mrs. Jud. What’s the matter?