JUSTICE MERTON Spoken like King Charles himself.
MISTRESS MERTON Brother! brother! is there nothing wrong here?
JUSTICE MERTON Wrong, Cynthia! Manifestly you are quite ignorant of the manners of the great.
MISTRESS MERTON Oh, Gilead!
JUSTICE MERTON Where are you going?
MISTRESS MERTON To my room. [Murmurs, as she hurries out.] Dear! dear! if it should be that again!
[Dickon and Justice Merton withdraw to a corner of the room.]
RACHEL [To Ravensbane.] I—object to the smoke? Why, I think it is charming.
RICHARD [Who has returned from the door, speaks in a low, constrained voice.] Rachel!
RACHEL Oh!—you?