Cha. Madam, I implore you! I beseech you!
Eliz. (outside). It’s me, mam. There’s no key.
Luc. Elizabeth!—Get up at once, and return to your room, I implore you!
Cha. Madam, I obey you; but—
Luc. (going towards door). Thanks, sir, and don’t forget my lecture.
Cha. (entering his room). In thinking of you, madam, I shall always remember it.
[Exit. Lucy opens door.
Eliz. (entering 2 E. L.). Why, the key’s fallen out. (Aside.) She’s been up to something, I know.
[Replaces it.
Luc. (still upset). You must be tired, Elizabeth. Go to bed, my good girl, go.