Dolby. O, come along, it’s getting late. Good-bye, Charley. Don’t forget I must see your wife.
[Exit C.
Carlos. Say, Mister, who’s agoin’ to dig the bait, say? [Exit C.
Charles. Still harping on my wife. I’ll know the meaning of this ere I am an hour older.
(Enter Persis from door L.)
Persis. At last he is gone, and we may arrange our plans.
Bobstay (opens door R.). Ahoy, Charley! (Persis screams, and runs into room L. Enter Bobstay.) Aha! a woman! Who is it? (Creeps across stage on tiptoe, and peeps into keyhole, door L.)
Charles (seizes him by arm and whirls him to R.). What are you about, captain? There’s a lady in that room.
Bobstay. I must have a peep at her (runs up and looks into keyhole). Ah, ha! ’tis she! (falls back into Charles’s arms).
Charles. She! Who?