The same as act fourth, scene third.
Enter Handy, jun. with caution, bearing a light, and a large key.
Handy, jun. Now to fulfil my promise with Sir Philip Blandford—by—entering that chamber, and removing—'Tis rather awful—I don't half like it, somehow, every thing is so cursedly still. What's that? I thought I heard something—no—why, 'sdeath, I am not afraid—no—I'm quite su—su—sure of that—only every thing is so cursedly hush, and—[A flash of light, and a tremendous explosion takes place.] What the devil's that? [Trembling.] I swear I hear some one—lamenting—who's there?
Enter Sir Abel Handy.
Father? [Trembling.]
Sir Abel. [Trembling.] Bob!
Handy, jun. Have you seen any thing!
Sir Abel. Oh, my dear boy!
Handy, jun. Damn it, don't frighten one—
Sir Abel. Such an accident! Mercy on us!