assist me to remove her—she will recover shortly—come, madam.
[Exeunt. R.
Enter Grayling cautiously. R.
Gray. So! no one here—I can see nothing of Blackthorn or Will Ash—well, all the better, I may be spared some mischief—and then how to live?—live, can I call this life—a dreadful respite from day to day—hunger and disgrace dogging my steps—what do I here?—there is a charm that holds me to this spot, and spite of the taunts, the rebukes that’s showered upon me, I cannot quit it, nor ever whilst Lucy is—eh! who have we here?
Enter Blackthorn and Will Ash cautiously from door in flat with Gwinett’s portmanteau.
Blackthorn!—Ash!
Black. (whispering.) Hush—not a word.
Gray. What have you there?
Black. Plunder, and good booty too I take it.
Gray. And what would you do with it?