[To himself.] That’s eased his deceivin’ old mind.
Mr. Posket.
[To himself.] Now, if the servants don’t betray me and Cis returns safely, the worst is over. To what a depth I have fallen when I rejoice at Lady Jenkins’ indisposition!
Wyke.
Cook thought you ought to know that the mistress hadn’t come home, sir.
Mr. Posket.
Certainly. Take a cab at once to Campden Hill and bring me back word how poor Lady Jenkins is. Tell Mrs. Posket I will come on the moment the Court rises.
Wyke.
Yes, sir.