PHŒBE. He’s here!
TRIPTOLE. (jumping round frightened) Where?
PHŒBE. There, in the ball room. Just now I heard him grinding his teeth, and muttering to himself, “This ball is given in honour of him, is it? then he shall have balls enough, for I’ll give him a brace through his body.” So make your escape at once.
TRIPTOLE. How? no more chimneys—no more windows! I should prefer a staircase this time, just for the novelty of the thing.
PHŒBE. You’ll find one there. (pointing to one of the small doors at L.) Make haste!
TRIPTOLE. Wait a minute. (runs to the sideboard, and takes a decanter in one hand, and a plate of cakes in the other)
PHŒBE. (looking off at C.) Here’s some one coming. (quadrille music heard at back R., and continued through this)
TRIPTOLEMUS runs to L., and mistaking the door, enters that leading to the study—this is unseen by PHŒBE.
Enter BUNNY at C.
BUNNY. Phœbe!