CUT. (At window, R.) Harriet! Harriet, my love! I can find no bundle.
MIZ. Can’t you? then here is one for you. (Takes off cloak and bonnet—wraps bonnet in cloak, and throws them in window.)
CUT. A man! duped—cheated!
BOLT. Up the ladder, Bobby, my boy!
MIZ. Yes, we are off!—The devil take the hindmost—Good by, my own true love.
CUT. (Feeling about.) The ladder, where is the ladder?
(A crash is heard in the house, as of a door breaking.—Officers appear at window.—Exeunt over wall.—The ladies scream.—Scene closes)