Mrs. C Go on, sir!
Corrig [At door, L. 3 E.] What room is this? ’tis locked—
Mrs. C That is my sleeping chamber.
Corrig My duty compels me—
Mrs. C [Throws key down on ground.] Be it so, sir.
Corrig [Picks up key—unlocks door.] She had the key—he’s there.
[Exit Corporal and two Soldiers.
Mrs. C He has escaped by this time.
O’Moore [At L. table.] I hope Miss Chute will pardon me for my share in this transaction—believe me, I regret—
Anne Don’t talk to me of your regret, while you are doing your worst. It is hate, not justice, that brings this accusation against Hardress, and this disgrace upon me.