[Turns head over heels laboriously.
Colts. Call that a somersault? 'Ere, 'old my 'at (giving tall hat to Lady R.) I'll show yer 'ow to do a turn.
[Throws a triple somersault.
All. What condescension! How his aristocratic superiority is betrayed, even in competition with those to the manner born!
Mrs. Horeh. (still in ignorance of the transformation) Halt! I have kept silence till now—even from my husband, but the time has come when I must speak. Think you that if he were indeed a lord, he could turn such somersaults as those? No—no. I will reveal all. (Tells same old story—except that she herself from ambitious motives transposed the infants' bows.) Now, do with me what you will!
Horeh. Confusion, so my ill-judged action did but redress the wrong I designed to effect!
The E. (annoyed). This is a serious matter, reflecting as it does upon the legitimacy of my lately recovered son. What proof have you, woman, of your preposterous allegation?
Mrs. H. None, my lord,—but these—
[Exhibits two faded bunches of ribbon.
The E. I cannot resist such overwhelming evidence, fight against it as I may.