T. (hanging up doublet). Now shall the cupboard-door speak to the old gentleman. (pretends to busy himself. N. makes a great knocking.)
G. Come in! There is some one at the door, Tristram.
T. shakes.
G. I think there is. (goes to the door and opens it: finds no one, and returns.)
(Aside.) Frederick is unaccountably remiss,
Most unaccountably remiss.—
Tristram, I am sure I hear a noise. What is it?
T. (going up to G., shouts in his ear).
They are sweeping the chimney in the next room, Sir Gregory.
G. Ah.—You would much oblige me, Tristram, if you would go and seek your master, and tell him that I am here.