Molly. It is true enough, sir; and if it is not a woman, may I never be married! and I would not swear such a dreadful oath to a fib.
Eustace. A woman!
Poly. (Aside.) I don’t know whether I am standing on my head or my heels.
Eustace. Is this true, sir?
Poly. I—you can’t believe—you would not suspect—
Molly. There’s no need to suspect, master, for it is true. ’Tis his little dear, for I heard him call her so.
Eustace. The girl’s earnestness convinces me there is some truth in this. Your consternation now—your confusion at my sudden arrival—
Poly. Of course—my—my indignation at such a charge, my—
Eustace. In a word, sir, who have you concealed there?
Poly. I have no one concealed—I—I was talking to Robin, who is there arranging the—the furniture. (Aside.) I scarcely know what I say.