MABEL (crosses to R. hastily). See first that I am not followed; that man who pursued me from my husband’s house,—look out.
TRIP. (looking through window). Sir Charles Pomander! he examines the house—his hand is on the knocker—no! he retires! (he rids her of her hood, mantle, mask, &c.)
MABEL. I breathe again (hastily). Mr. Triplet, you said I might command your services.
TRIP. (bows).
MABEL. You know this actress you spoke of to-day, Mrs. Woffington?
TRIP. (aside). Curse it! I am honoured by her acquaintance, madam!
MABEL. You will take me to her, to the theatre where she acts?
TRIP. But consider, madam!
MABEL. You must not refuse me.
TRIP. But what can be the use of it?