Tuneless The steward is back. What a reversal. He took an express coach and returns just in time to desolate us. His wife's rage is going to rebound on us—for she already knows.
Lucy For me, I wish them both what they deserve. To the wife, a dead husband. To the husband, a dead wife. At least their desires will not be accomplished quickly.— You will never be married.
Desmond
Here's my uncle coming now.
Arabella
What shall we say to him?
Lucy
What role to play?
Tuneless
I don't know at all.
(Enter Bramble.)
Bramble
Listen, what's this all about? Vainly do I question everybody. Each
one turns his back on me, without any response. Everyone in mourning.
Nephew, why are you dressed in mourning?
Desmond (bowing and exiting)
Sir—
Bramble
Another fleeing mute. And you, Arabella, what have you to tell me?