Dexter. (up L. C.) Sir! Don't you trust my discretion?
Mollen. (R. C.) Implicitly, Dexter—but I prefer to know it's in London. Go at once, please. I shall let you know when to return.
(Dexter goes through the gate, L. U. E.)
Mollen. (C. and down L. C.) (moving off) More work for my hands! But can I let that creature gloat? (is going up R. 3 E.)
(As he goes, he meets Sir Joseph and Lady Claude.)
Mollen. (pushing between them) Ah, Balsted, Rosamund, wait for me here. I have news—strange news! I shall be back in a moment! (he goes R. 3 E.)
Sir J. (coming down stage on her R. slowly walking down R. and across L. C.) News! Some fresh scheme, no doubt! We have done with him—done! Rosamund, I'll go now to the post-office, and wire my clerk to get a special license—
Lady C. No, no, it's impossible! Oh, Joseph, think of our eternal remorse—if anything happened!
Sir J. Remorse! I tell you, if we stay here, we shall both of us be caught!