COTTON. Nevertheless, I will away to the council and make sure. [He plants his hat on his head and departs.
CHARLES. [Turning to Betty, who has dropped the wig on the settee, and who is now gazing demurely at the floor.] And now to finish up where we left off. The devil hath led us a merrier dance than we suspected. Thou hast not truly given answer to the question I have asked of thee.
BETTY. What more of an answer would'st thou yet require?
CHARLES. Why, I have yet had none at all.
BETTY. Must tell thee further?
CHARLES. [Gravely.] Thou must.
BETTY. [Mischievously.] Then—put the question once again.
CHARLES. Thou knowest the question, an thou wilt.
BETTY. An' thou knowest the answer.
[Charles takes her in his arms.