BOLT. (Aside.) Now who the devil can this be?
MIZ. (Whispers.) I say, Bolt, there a’n’t two of you.
MRS. C. Desire Mr. Bolt to walk in.—Don’t be frightened, my young friends, though I guess the cause of your alarm.
MIZ. (Aside.) I’m bless’d if you do.
Enter CUTAWAY, L.
CUT. (Aside.) All right so far!—the young lady here, and the old boy not here.
MRS. C. Come forward, Mr. Bolt; come forward. Nobody here, except Mr. Cutaway.
CUT. Mr. Cutaway here, Madam!
MRS. C. You start; I guess the cause of surprise;—yes, and Miss Harriet.
(MIZZLE hides his face by letting veil fall.)