Poly. Light my lanthorn. (To Robin, who returns.) I am going to walk.
Robin. At this time, sir; and in such weather? Why it is pouring of rain.
Poly. No matter—I—I have a head-ache and want air. Begone! both of you, and woe be to you if I find either of you here at my return! (They go off.) There is not an instant to be lost. The poor innocent baby must not become a victim to the old man’s displeasure; and if he should reach the pavilion before me—Into what a labyrinth has my affection for my pupil led me!
[Exit.
Enter Molly, cautiously; Robin following.
Molly. Robin, run and tell old Master Eustace to come here immediately.
Robin. Why, what would you be at now?
Molly. She’s here; I’m sure of it.
Robin. Who’s here?