Luc. (aside). What an extraordinary change! (Aloud.) Mr. King, I’m in the greatest danger, and you alone can save me.
Cha. Madam, I’ve saved you twice to-night, and I distinctly refuse to do it any more.
Luc. (aside). He’s absolutely getting impertinent. Sir, I have something to return to you that belongs to you,—a pocket-handkerchief.
Cha. Thanks: I’ve got it,—one with a monogram. I really believe I must barricade my door.
[Puts furniture against door.
Luc. He’s got it! Why, he must have come in here, then; and—and—of course he saw Elizabeth with my cloak round her. I see. Ha, ha, ha!
Cha. Confound her, she’s laughing! She laughs too as if she was only twenty.
Luc. So, sir, you refuse to open the door?
Cha. Quite impossible, madam. I’m gone, I’m a long way off, I’m on my road to Baden.
Luc. Pleasant journey, sir. (Aside.) It can’t be helped, I must have recourse to more violent means.