Harriet. Reach me a chair. My agitation for the last hour has so——I am fainting.
Poly. Don’t think of such a thing—I know not how to help you—’tis not at all in my way. (He leads her to a chair; her bonnet falls off.) This was wanting to complete the pleasures of the evening. My dear lady—Miss—My kind madam, (Taps her hand.) If any one should come! She recovers. Be composed—It occurs to me that I have a key of the little wicket that leads from the garden to the meadow; that way we may reach the village.
Harriet. Conduct me where you will. But I must take my dear Frederick with me.
Poly. Frederick! what’s Frederick?
Harriet. Our darling boy.
Poly. (Stammering.) And have you a darling boy?
Harriet. He is in the room I have occupied at the end of the garden.
Poly. O Charles! Charles! In love—married—a little boy! Have I any thing more to learn? tell me at once.—So then, I have been tutor to a father of a family!
Harriet. I can easily bring him away. (Going.)
Poly. No; you might be observed. There is but one thing to be done—I foresee my fate—Since I must be the scape-goat, I’ll fetch him for you.