Enter Scentwell.
Scentw. Oh, Madam, my Master and Mr. Marplot are just coming into the House.
Miran. Undone, undone! if he finds you here in this Crisis, all my Plots are unravell'd.
Sir Geo. What shall I do! can't I get back into the Garden?
Scentw. Oh, no! he comes up those Stairs.
Miran. Here, here, here! can you condescend to stand behind this Chimney-Board, Sir George?
Sir Geo. Any where, any where, dear Madam, without Ceremony.
Scentw. Come, come, Sir; lie close—
(They put him behind the Chimney-Board.
Enter Sir Francis and Marplot: Sir Francis peeling an Orange.