Where are you? Why have you deserted me? To leave me at the mercy of that crew! My poor, dear, Gerald! however did you get into this set?
GERALD.
It was my poem did it.
LADY WARGRAVE.
I thought, that crime would bring its punishment. Now, they’re upon the marriage service! As though that concerned them! Gerald, if you marry any of that tribe, you’ll really break my heart!
[Colonel comes down R. of Gerald.
GERALD.
I hope I shall never do that!
LADY WARGRAVE.
Marry a woman, whatever else she is.