he closes the door hastily after him.
Eustace. What, Charles!
Poly. (Aside.) How came he there?
Eustace. What were you doing there? and why did not you come out at once?
Charles. The fact is, sir, I have been so unfortunate as to displease my tutor. He has kindly promised to conceal my offence from you, till he can hope to obtain your pardon for it. I heard your voice in anger, and dreading the effects of an abrupt disclosure, I—
Eustace. (To Poly.) So, that was it, after all?
Poly. Yes—after all.
Eustace. And what is his offence? a serious one, no doubt, to require so much mystery.
Charles. (To Poly.) Remember your oath.
Poly. For the present I must conceal it. I am bound by an——by a promise.