Sir C. In this house?
Prompt. As sure as we are—She came in through the garden, under Mr. Clifford's arm—up the other stairs, I suppose.—If my lady had been hereabouts, she must have seen her.
Lady E. [In confusion.] Yes; but, unluckily, I was quite out of the way.
Sir C. Such audaciousness passes credibility.—Emily, what do you think of him?
Lady E. That he is a monster.—[Aside.] How my dilemmas multiply!
Sir C. What, to my house! to his apartment here! I wonder he did not ask for protection in yours.—What should you have said?
Lady E. I don't know; but, had I been so imposed upon as to receive her, I should scorn to betray even the criminal I had engaged to protect.
Sir C. [Tries at the Door, and finds it locked.] Emily, my dear, do ring the bell, to know if the housekeeper has a second key to this lock.
Lady E. What shall I do?
Prompt. She is certainly there, sir, and cannot escape. Where can she better remain, till you can assemble all parties, confront them, face to face, and bring every thing that has passed to a full explanation?