O'Dwyer.
[Giving an arm to Sir William.] Lean on me, sir! heavily, sir-!
Tom.
Shall we proceed with the rehearsal, Sir William, or wait till you are seated?
Sir William.
[Violently.] Wait! Confound ye, d'ye think I want to remain here all day!
[Sir William and O'Dwyer disappear.]
Tom.
[Coming forward, with Arthur on his right—wildly.] Go on with the rehearsal! Mr. Gordon and Miss Rose Trelawny! Miss Trelawny! [Rose goes to him.] Trelawny—late of the "Wells"! Let us—let——[Gripping Arthur's hand tightly, he bows his head upon Rose's shoulder.] Oh, my dears! let us—get on with the rehearsal!