[Covers her with her cloak.
Cha. Ah, this window! Perhaps there’s a veranda.
[Goes to window.
Luc. How can I ascertain for certain that he is Mr. Mortimer’s nephew? I must know it somehow.
Cha. No road here; perhaps by the other staircase. I shall just go in without knocking, as if I had forgotten; that’s it: here goes.
[Exit, slamming door.
Luc. That noise was in his room. I think he’s gone out. If I was certain that dressing-case he spoke of would tell me! (At door.) Sir, Mr. King! No answer. What have I to fear?
[Enters room, closing door.
Cha. (gently opening 2 E. L. door). Yes, this is the room. (Looking round.) She sleeps; my handkerchief too. Now, my charming girl, let me see your face. (Takes candle, starts back.) Confound it! Well, there’s the end of my dream.
[Heaves a sigh, and goes out.