VANE. Mr. Cibber, age and infirmity are privileged; but for you, Sir Charles Pomander—
WOFF. Don’t be angry. Do you not see it is a jest, and, as might be expected, a sorry one?
VANE. A jest; it must go no farther, or by Heaven!—
(Woffington places her hand on his shoulder—Mabel appears, D. R. 3 E.)
MABEL. Ernest, dear Ernest!
(Woffington removes her hand quickly.)
VANE. Mabel!
POM. I win (a pause of silent amazement).
(Vane looks round on the reverse side from Woffington.)
WOFF. (aside to Vane). Who is this?