Enter Harriet.
Eustace. You are right, for old Argus has you.
Harriet. O, heavens! I’m lost! (Robin lights the candles.)
Eustace. No, madam, you are found. And you! Is it thus you repay the confidence I have reposed in you? Are you the man I have selected as a guide, as a monitor to my son? A female concealed in your apartment!
Charles. My dear father, I must no longer allow—
Eustace. Peace! And what is it you are endeavouring to hide there?
Poly. Nothing—a mere trifle.
Eustace. I insist upon knowing. (Draws open his cloak and discovers Master Frederick.) You call this a trifle do you?
Harriet. (Running towards him.) My Frederick! my child!
Eustace. O!—Now what have you to say for yourself?