Harriet. No, sir; we have been married these four years.
Poly. Four years!
Harriet. Yet have I often lamented my imprudence. His wife, yet not as such acknowledged, and exposed to the evil opinion of the inhabitants of the village, I was at the point of quitting the place, till Charles could openly avow our union. The departure of his father determined him to afford me a temporary refuge here, but his unexpected return has—(A bell heard.)
Poly. The supper bell! To avoid suspicion, I must leave you, and join old Mr. Eustace.
Harriet. Leave me! and Charles not here.
Poly. Possibly he is detained by his father. What is to be done? You must not be seen here, or—(After some hesitation, and with a profound sigh) Ah! there is no other resource. Go into this room; it is mine; when the family shall have retired for the night, I’ll contrive to let you out of the house, and you may remain concealed in the village till we can obtain the sanction of your—your father-in-law.
Harriet. I will do all you desire, sir.
Poly. There, be quick; should you be discovered there, it would be my ruin. (He puts her into the room, and as he is speaking to her through the door, which he holds ajar.)
Enter Molly.
So, here, take the key and lock the door inside. Be cautious; do not open the door to any one but me, my little dear; the signal shall be three taps of the hand.