LARK. (suffering pain in his arm, and trying to disengage himself—aside) Confound it! how she’s hurting me!
MRS. C. What do you mean?
MRS. L. That I’m the happiest woman in the world—that Christopher is innocent! (throws her arms again round him)
LARK. Don’t! don’t!
MRS. C. Innocent?
MRS. L. Yes, as a lamb! the letter isn’t in his handwriting—look! (giving letter to MRS. C., and making another spring at LARKINGS, who keeps her off)
MRS. C. (reading letter) “To see you is to——” (suddenly, and with a violent scream) Ah!
MRS. L. and LARK. (startled) What’s the matter?
MRS. C. (after a pause gives another louder scream) Ah! the wretch! the monster!