Mrs. H. Be not alarmed, my lord. Whatever may have happened, the dear child is now at least safe. You said so, I think, master Peter?
Pet. Why, to be sure, his little Excellency is not hurt; but he's very wet though: and the Count is taking him by the garden door to the house.
Bar. Right, that the countess may not be alarmed. But tell us, young man, how could it happen?
Pet. From beginning to end?
Mrs. H. Never mind particulars. You attended the dear child?
Pet. True.
Mrs. H. Into the park?
Pet. True.
Mrs. H. And then you went to the river?
Pet. True.—Why, rabbit it, I believe you're a witch.