MRS. S. Hark! (noise without)
DAVID. (without) Bring him along—if he won’t come agreeable, drag him in by the hair of his head.
Enter DAVID, running, L. C., and dragging in POSTLETHWAITE, his dress disordered, DAVID carries a green wide-awake in his hand—PEGGY following.
DAV. Here, missus, we’ve got the robber.
MRS. S. (holding RATCLIFFE’S hand) So have I!
DAVID. Here be the desperate villain, ma’am, and here be his desperate green wide-awake; (shewing hat) and what’s more, we won’t let him go.
MRS. S. No more will I! (seeing POSTLE.) Cousin Postlethwaite!
PEGGY. (running forward) Lawks! yes—so it be. Oh, Master Percy! (throwing her arms round POSTLETHWAITE)
POS. (throwing her off) Don’t be a fool, Peggy. As I said before, it rumples one’s front.
MRS. S. (making a sign, all come forward and surround her) My good friends, you need give yourselves no further trouble, I have recovered my property. My fifteen thousand pounds are here.