Molly. O, sir, I have such news for you! You are the only one in the house who is kind to me, and now I’ll prove my gratitude. I’ll soon get the tutorer turned away, and make you your own master.
Charles. What do you mean?
Molly. I have discovered it at last. She is here after all.
Charles. Is the girl out of her senses?
Molly. No, no; here’s proof! here’s the creature’s bonnet; and I’ve sent Robin to bring your father here.
Charles. Sent for my father! Unhappy girl, what have you done!
Molly. Lord, Mr. Charles, what ails you?
Charles. Alas! you know not the mischief you have effected. ’Tis not he who is to blame; he has interfered but to serve me: the lady, who is here concealed, is my wife.
Molly. (With mingled astonishment and grief.) Your wife!
Charles. This precipitate disclosure has rendered abortive our hopes of obtaining pardon from my father. Your malicious curiosity has destroyed the happiness of us all.