Charles. Fear nothing, my darling love; this is our best friend.
Harriet. In what terms can we express our gratitude, sir?
Poly. Indeed, miss—mistress—my good lady, I—my head is turning—But, tell me, Charles, how did you contrive, without my knowledge, to—
Charles. My wife will explain all to you. In the mean time I’ll keep watch without. Should my father take us by surprise, all will be lost. My good, kind friend, I confide to your care all I value in the world—my own dear Harriet.
Poly. Why—why—you would not leave me alone with her?
Charles. (Not attending to him.) Be composed, love; all will be well.
[Exit.
Poly. Charles, Charles! Don’t leave me alone with her.
Harriet. Once more, sir, let me thank you for your kindness.
Poly. (Avoiding her.) Thank me, indeed! Oh! if you knew—