[She withdraws.
Sir Rup. (to himself). There'll be no harm in letting him stay, now he is here. If Rohesia objects, she's got nobody but herself to blame for it!
Spurr. (to himself). They won't want to keep me upstairs much longer after this! (Tredwell enters, and seems to have something of importance to communicate to Sir Rupert in private.) I wonder what the dooce is up now!
"Albinia, I think I will go to bed!"
TO LETTINA.
(By a Profound Thinker.)
I don't know why, but fifty times a day, To you my thoughts persistently will fly, You come to me, and, coming, come to stay— I don't know why. Sometimes I catch myself inclined to try From heart and mind to banish you away. I always fail. If you are not too shy, Just write a line to tell me that I may Think fondly of you. Then in future I Shall think of you, and never want to say I don't know why.