AMOS. I suppose so.
GERTRUDE. Well, well! The Duke and the cadaverous Baronet?
AMOS. Oh, I told them that I considered it my duty to let them know that the position of affairs had suddenly become altered—[she puts the pipe in his mouth, and strikes a match.]—that, in point of fact, Mrs. Ebbsmith had ceased to be an element in their scheme for re-establishing Mr. Cleeve's household.
GERTRUDE. [Holding a light to his pipe.] Did they inquire as to her movements?
AMOS. The Duke did—guessed we had taken her.
GERTRUDE. What did they say to that?
AMOS. The Baronet asked me whether I was the chaplain of a Home for [angrily]—ah!
GERTRUDE. Brute! And then?
AMOS. Then they suggested that I ought hardly to leave them to make the necessary explanation to their relative, Mr. Lucas Cleeve.
GERTRUDE. Yes—well?