[Tarver and Darbey disappear through the curtains at the window.
Sheba.
[Falling into Salome’s arms.] We have saved them!
Georgiana.
Oh, Tris, your man from the stable!
Sir Tristram.
Hatcham!
Georgiana.
[Calling.] Hatcham!
[Hatcham, carrying the basin with the bolus, runs in breathlessly—followed by Blore.