Robin. Oh!—that isn’t the way to make me. Master, I say again——
Molly. And I say, Master,——
Eustace. Hold your tongues, both of you. There is some mystery here. The evident alarm of that girl—(To Molly, who is about to speak.) Silence! (Takes a candle, and looks into the room at the left hand.)
Charles. I almost sink with dread.
Molly. (To Robin.) I’ve a great mind never to marry you for this.
Eustace. (Returns.) No one there. (Goes to the opposite door.) The door is locked. (Gives three taps.)
Harriet. (Within.) Is that my kind protector?
Eustace. (Staggering away.) Her kind protector! ’Tis but too true, then! The old hypocrite! thus to deceive me and dishonour my house! The monster shall instantly quit it, and for ever. Hush! some one approaches! ’tis he: silence, I command. (He extinguishes the lights.)
Enter Polyglot, with his dark lanthorn; Master Frederick is concealed under his cloak. He goes directly, but cautiously, to the door.
Poly. (In an under tone.) Open—open quickly—’tis I. I have secured our precious charge. Now, quick; let us away, or we may be interrupted by old Argus.