All right; fire still burning. [Blowing out the candle.] I shall doze here till daybreak. What a night! I never thought there was so much thunder in these small country places.
[Georgiana, looking pale and agitated, and wearing a dressing-gown, enters quickly, carrying an umbrella and a lighted candle.
Georgiana.
Which is the nearer way to the stable? I must satisfy myself—I must—I must! [Going to the door.]
Sir Tristram.
Georgiana.
[Shrieks with fright.] Ah!
Sir Tristram.
Hush!