WOFF. We would be alone.
TRIP. (in consternation). But, Mrs. Woffington, but, ladies!
WOFF. Leave us!
TRIP. I will retire into my sleeping apartment (retires into inner room R. H., and puts out his head). Be composed, ladies. Neither of you could help it.
WOFF. Leave us, I say! (he vanishes suddenly).
(A long uneasy pause.)
WOFF. (with forced coldness). At least, madam, do me the justice to believe I did not know Mr. Vane was married.
MABEL. I am sure of it—I feel you are as good as you are gifted.
WOFF. Mrs. Vane, I am not—you deceive yourself.
MABEL. Then, heaven have mercy on me! but you are—I see it in your face, ah! you know you pity me!