FRANK. She is taking a little walk in the park, and perhaps her corns are troublesome—she has several, besides two or three bunions! but perhaps she has come in and gone to bed—she is subject to—to—to the whooping cough——
ADELA. The what, sir?
FRANK. (aside) Confound it! I can’t think of—(aloud) I mean the gout—and she always goes to bed early when—but you will see her to-morrow.
ADELA. (taking her portmanteau from FRANK’S hand) To-morrow? in that case I will go to the Golden Lion Hotel, which is near the railway station.
FRANK. (again taking portmanteau from her hand) No, no—grandmother would be so angry—she has caused a chamber to be prepared for you.
ADELA. Indeed!
FRANK. Yes, and supper, for she thought you would arrive late.
Enter SIMON, L. door.
SIMON. The chamber is ready, sir.
FRANK. (to ADELAIDE) There, you hear! what did I tell you? (to SIMON) Very well.