Exit.
Enter from the house MRS. CLIFFORD. Enter from opposite side COL. G.
Col. G. I was just coming to see you, Clara.
Mrs. C. And I was going to see you. How's Arthur to-day? I thought you would have come yesterday.
Col. G. My poor boy is as dependent on me as if I were not his father. I am very anxious about him. The fever keeps returning.
Mrs. C. Fortune seems to have favoured your mad scheme, Walter.
Col. G. Or something better than fortune.
Mrs. C. You have had rare and ample opportunity. You may end the farce when you please, and in triumph.
Col. G. On the contrary, Clara, it would be nothing but an anticlimax to end what you are pleased to call the farce now. As if I could make a merit of nursing my own boy! I did more for my black servant. I wish I had him here.
Mrs. C. You would like to double the watch—would you?
Col. G. Something has vexed you, Clara.