Enter CONSTANCE.
Con. I thought my aunt was here, William.
Col. G. No, miss. She was here, but she's gone again.
Con. Could I see Mr. Gervaise for a moment?
Col. G. Certainly, miss. I'll tell him.
Con. Is he still determined on going, William?
Col. G. Yes, miss;—to-morrow, he says.
Con. To-morrow!
Col. G. Yes, miss. I think he means to start for Dover in the morning.
Con. What am I to do?