Col. But why so early?
Gwin. A little appointment—I shall return to breakfast.
Col. Then go out by the back gate; but stop, as the latch is broken in the inside, you had better take this knife (giving Gwinett a clasp-knife.) to lift it; we shall wait breakfast until your return.
[Collins, Gwinett, and Lucy, seat themselves at table.—Grayling enters, takes a chair, and placing it between Lucy and Gwinett, sits down.
Col. How now, master Grayling, you have mistaken the room.
Gray. Mistaken—how so? isn’t this the Blake’s Head?
Col. That may be; but this is my private apartment.
Gray. Private! than what does he here—Gilbert, some ale.
Gwin. (aside.) The very ruffian I encountered in the wood.
Gray. (to Gwinett.) What are you looking at man? I shall pay my score—aye, every farthing o’t, though I may not dress so trimly as some folks.