A gloomy Gallery in the Castle—in the centre a strongly barred door.—The gallery hung with portraits.
Henry discovered examining a particular portrait, which occupies a conspicuous situation in the gallery.
Henry. Whenever curiosity has led me to this gallery, that portrait has attracted my attention—the features are peculiarly interesting. One of the house of Blandford—Blandford—-my name—perhaps my father. To remain longer ignorant of my birth, I feel impossible. There is a point when patience ceases to be a virtue—Hush! I hear footsteps—Ah! Sir Philip and another in close conversation. Shall I avoid them?—No—Shall I conceal myself, and observe them?—Curse on the base suggestion!—No—
Enter Sir Philip and Handy, jun.
Sir Philip. That chamber contains the mystery.
Henry. [Aside.] Ah!
Sir Philip. [Turning round.] Observe that portrait. [Seeing Henry—starts.] Who's there?
Handy, jun. [To Henry.] Sir, we wish to be private.
Henry. My being here, sir, was merely the effect of accident. I scorn intrusion. [Bows.] But the important words are spoken—that chamber contains the mystery.
[Aside.—Exit.