Mr. Bullamy.
My dear Posket!
Cis.
[Seizing Mr. Bullamy and dragging him with Mr. Posket to the door.] Come with me and get my mother out.
Mr. Bullamy.
Leave me alone, sir! She is out! I managed it.
Mr. Posket and Cis.
[Together.] How?
Mr. Bullamy.
Wormington sent to me when you were taken ill. When I arrived at the Court, he had discovered, from your man-servant, Mrs. Posket’s awful position.