Charles (confused). Yes—no—that is, I was afraid the cat would get in there, and so I locked it.
Mrs. C. I want to put my things away.
Charles. I wouldn’t take them off now, it’s a little chilly here.
Mrs. C. Chilly! Why, Charles, are you ill? How pale you look! If it were anybody else, I should say a guilty look was on your face.
Charles (aside). A guilty look! and she in clandestine correspondence with Dolby! (Aloud) Guilty? absurd! (Aside) What have I done? Locked a woman in her room,—and I suspect her? O, here’s a muddle!
Mrs. C. Well, as you do not seem inclined to let me into my room, I will lay off my things in Nelly’s (goes to door R.). Why, this is locked too!
Charles. O, yes, yes; I forgot to tell you. I—I locked up the dog in there.
Mrs. C. The dog Towzer! What for?
Charles. Well, I was just going to sit down to read, and I didn’t want to be disturbed.
Dog outside. “Bow, wow, wow!”