[She withdraws.]
Sir William.
[Pacing the room—again very violent.] Yes! and these are the associates you would have tempted my boy—my grandson—to herd with! [Flourishing his stick.] Ah—h—h—h!
Rose.
[Sitting upon the basket—weakly.] That young lady doesn't live in that attire. She is preparing for the pantomime———
Sir William.
[Standing over her.] And now he's gone; lured away, I suspect, by one of ye—[pointing to the center door] by one of these harridans!——
[Avonia reappears defiantly.]
Avonia.
Look here, Sir Gower———