Mrs. T. (taking up hat from chair L. of table) What an extraordinary hat! (looks in it and perceives name written inside) Good heavens! what name is this written inside. “Samuel Todd, Brompton.” Oh, my husband! My Samuel! Can he be here. What terrible mystery have I to learn. (puts hat on chair, R. C.)
Re-enter Marietta, hastily, R. 2 E.
Mari. Oh! Signora, ’tis my uncle! Conceal yourself in this room. (opens door, L. 3 E.) Here—here!—make haste!—He’s on the stairs!
Mrs. T. Ah! (Mrs. T. runs into the room, L. 3 E. Marietta closes the door.)
Then enter Jacopo Terreboli, R. 2. E.
Jaco. (R. C.) The fellow has escaped us by taking another road. Hah! Marietta—not abed yet?
Mari. (L.) Not yet, uncle; I was waiting for—
Jaco. Waiting for who?
Mari. (hesitating) For—nobody—uncle.
Jaco. Marietta, you can’t deceive me—you have had some one here.