Friskey. Ah, but nobody must see her. The duchess is incog. You must communicate in the strictest confidence, and have it distinctly understood that not a word must be said to the doctor about his grand patient.
Lucy. I understand, and you may depend upon me; only if the worst comes I shall throw all the responsibility upon you.
Friskey. And I'll agree to take it all. Come, let's set out.
Lucy. Without seeing Adam?
Friskey. Yes, for I shan't trust you with him until you are fully committed to this arch plot. Come.
Lucy. What, would you rob me of a sight of my Adam?
Friskey. Eve-n so. Am I not robbed of the sight of my Annie?
Lucy. Not even one embrace?
Friskey. As a substitute embrace me. (Throws his arms around her.)