Reg. [Confused.] Yes, father—that is—I—
Mor. Why this confusion?
Reg. I think she does.
Mor. Think? Why, did she not tell you as much?
Reg. Father, we will not discuss this subject any further. Suffice it to say that she is my wife, and I have sworn to love and honor her till death do us part, and I will do my duty, sir!
Mor. So be it, my son! and may Providence, who watches over us all, grant you a happy life. Heaven bless you, my son! [Clock strikes.] The hour for retiring is at hand. You will call your wife to attend our usual family devotion in the library ere retiring for the night.
Reg. I attend your pleasure! [Exit D. L. 2 E. Morris strikes bell on table.]
Enter Anastasia, followed by Coriolanus, D. R. 3 E. Coriolanus R., Anastasia C., Morris L.
Anas. Shall I call Reginald’s wife?