CHARLES. Blessed relief! Thou art in very truth, then, flesh and blood?
BETTY. And what else should I be, forsooth?
CHARLES. [Laughing.] I marked thee for a mummy there entombed.
BETTY. [Disengaging her hand.] What? Darest thou?
CHARLES. A lively mummy now thou art come to, whilst I [sighs]—I waited through the ages!
BETTY. [Laughingly.] A veritable monument of patient grief.
BETTY. Yea, verily, old Father Time but come to life. [Mimics.] Thy waiting may avail thee naught.
CHARLES. In truth, it may avail me naught; thy father may be back at any time, while I have much to say, sweet Betty——
BETTY. [Interrupting.] Nay, sweet Betty call me not.