Eustace. Till next week, you mean. The truth is, I was willing to take you by surprise, and see how things had been managed during my absence; but I might have spared myself the trouble. You, Mr. Polyglot, have the superintendance of my servants, and are accountable for their conduct;—
Robin. Don’t tell about Molly and me, sir. (Aside to Polyglot.)
Eustace. My son is under your especial care and observance;—
Charles. Remember! (Aside to Polyglot.)
Eustace. And so perfect is my reliance on your attention, prudence, and wisdom, that I am persuaded you have nothing to relate of what has passed in the house that will not receive my fullest approbation.
Poly. Yes—no—certainly.
Eustace. Well, Charles, my arrival must not interrupt your studies; retire to your own room till supper is ready. Mr. Polyglot, I have something of importance to communicate to you. Robin, desire the cook to be expeditious; my ride has given me an appetite: and do you put lights into my study: after supper, I shall be occupied there for an hour or two.
Charles. (Stops Robin as he is going off.) What, sir! the pavilion at the end of the garden?
Eustace. Ay, I have no other.
Charles. You had better not go there to-night, sir; ’tis damp, and—