Charles. Remember your promise. (To Poly.)
[Exit.
Molly. He’s juggling the old gentleman, I’ll lay my life on’t. But I’ll not sleep till I have found it out.
[Exeunt all but Polyglot.
Poly. Is this a dream! Let me collect my scattered senses. Surely it cannot be? Married! My pupil who had never, as I thought, even so much as——O Lord! absolutely married! And I, Ignatius Polyglot, who have led the life of a hermit, to be suspected! I must not think; I’ll retire to rest. Heaven knows I have need of it. (Approaches the door, and hastily retires.) Bless us and save us! I forgot, she is there! And how am I to get her away? Hark! They are locking the outer gate. There is now no hope.
Harriet opens the door gently, and enters.
Harriet. At length you are alone. Tell me what is now to be done? Counsel me—advise me.
Poly. Yes, I—how shall I advise you? Advise me what I had best—at any rate you must not remain here.
Harriet. Where would you have me go?
Poly. Wherever you please, my good young lady; but it is night, you know—these are my apartments, and after the suspicions that have been excited against me, I—yet how can I get you away? They have closed the doors and—but what ails you?