MRS. S. (aside) He knows all.
RAT. Which sum, madam, I intend to invest in a speculation, which promises the most advantageous results.
MRS. S. (with affected unconcern) I cannot understand, sir, how the subject you allude to can possibly interest me.
RAT. More than you imagine, my dear madam, for I propose that you shall become my partner in this speculation; in other words, I will find the industry and energy requisite in carrying it into effect, while you simply have to provide the money. (with marked emphasis)
MRS. S. (indignantly) Sir!
RAT. That’s all! I’ll therefore make out a receipt for the amount at once. (taking a piece of paper, and beginning to write)
MRS. S. (aside, and looking towards the back of the stage) That bell communicates with David’s room; it is my only hope. (cautiously rises from her chair, and goes on tiptoe towards the chimney-piece)
POS. (appearing at little window above door at R. C.) I should very much like to know who has taken the liberty of locking me in! I repeat, who has taken the liberty of locking me in? I pause for a reply.
MRS. S. (looking at RATCLIFFE, who pretends to be writing, but is watching her movements—then making a sudden grasp at the bell rope) Ah! the bell rope cut!
RAT. (quietly looking up) Yes, true! I quite forgot to mention that I had taken that little precaution against interruption. (resumes his writing)