Sir W. (behind) I must see my daughter directly—where is she!
Enter Tiffany running.
Tiffany. Ma’am, ma’am, your father’s coming up stairs, with a letter in his hand, muttering something about Mr. Charles; as sure as life you’ll be discovered.
Helen. For heav’n’s sake hide yourself; I would not have him find you here for worlds—here, step into the music-room.
Charles. Promise me first your forgiveness.
Helen. Charles, retire, I entreat you—make haste, he is here.
Charles. On my knees—
Helen. Then kneel in the next room.
Charles. Give me but your hand.
Helen. That is now at my own disposal—I beseech you go—(Charles just gains the door when enter sir Willoughby with a letter in his hand, and Lady Worret.)