Molly. (Bursting into tears.) O, Mr. Charles, indeed, indeed, if I had but known——you, who are so good, so kind——. But dont’ee grieve, dont’ee now. I’ll die rather than harm you.—I’ll take all the blame upon myself.—There may yet be time; I’ll run and stop Robin. (Going.)
Robin. (Without.) This way, sir, this way.
Molly. O, I am indeed an unhappy girl. But, Mr. Charles, dear Mr. Charles, dont’ee be downcast. Leave it to me, I’ll get you through, though I lose my place, I will. (Hastily wipes her eyes, and assumes an air of composure.)
Enter Eustace (in his dressing gown) preceded by Robin.
Robin. Yes, sir, Molly says you may now be convinced.
Eustace. So. You here, Charles?
Charles. Yes, sir, I—I heard a noise, and was fearful——
Eustace. ’Tis well; stay where you are: the scene you are about to witness will serve you as a lesson which may last you your life. (To Robin and Molly.) As for you, if you have called me out of my bed by another such a rigmarole as the last,——
Robin. O, no, sir, it is all sure enough this time. (To Molly, who makes signs to him.) I had trouble enough to persuade master, but he is come at last, you see.
Molly. Well, and what for?