Jeremy: You must be up to something deep; this unexpected return hasn't upset your plans too much, has it?
Roger:
Oh, no! They'll all mixed up—by all the devils in hell!
Jeremy:
Too bad.
Roger:
Jeremy, my poor, Jeremy, help me to arrange things, I beg you.
Jeremy:
Me— What do you want me to do?
Roger:
Go—rest. Go in. You'll find good company—nothing to upset you.
They'll make you drink Champagne.
Jeremy:
Not hard to get me to do that.
Roger: Tell Mr. Edward that his father is back—but not to worry, I will wait for him here—and try to do all I can. I will sell myself to the devil if I know what! Tell him not to worry, and as for you, begin by getting drunk and go to bed.
Jeremy:
I will obey your orders exactly, don't fret.
(Exit Jeremy into the house)