Falk. Under lock and key!
Sir W. Ay, in that very room. I’ve locked her up to keep her from that hot-headed young rogue, Charles Austencourt. Should you like to see her? She’s grown a fine young woman.
Falk. With all my heart.
Sir W. You’ll be surprised, I can tell you.
Falk. I dare say.
Sir W. We’ll pop in upon her when she least expects it. I’ll bet my life you’ll be astonished at her appearance.
Falk. Well, I shall be glad to see your daughter; but she must not marry this lord.
Sir W. No! Who then?
Falk. The man she loves.
Sir W. Hey! oh yes! but who do you mean! Charles Austencourt? (opening the door.)