CLEVELAND. I'll go to him at once—put a pistol to his head—blow his brains out, and—
ROSE. Make me his widow.
CLEVELAND. Deuce take it, you're mad.
ROSE. Mad if you will, Major Cleveland. It is a struggle between us. Look to it, sir. You may be bold, valourous, cunning—vastly so; but you have a woman's wit against you—so look to it!
CLEVELAND. Confound it.
ROSE. Bravo! bravo! Your passion, sir, well becomes you—
CLEVELAND. Deaths and devils! [Exit.
ROSE. Ha, ha, ha!
[Enter METCALF.]
Here! Here, Mr. Metcalf—follow Major Cleveland; watch every step; don't lose sight of him for a moment.