SIMON. (L., aside) Eh? that woman is a female!
FRANK. (to SIMON) And the supper?
ADELA. Thank you, but I am not hungry.
SIMON. The supper is ready, too. (aside to FRANK) But, sir—
FRANK. (giving him a sly kick) Be quiet!
ADELA. (taking her cloak and portmanteau from FRANK) I will go to my apartment. (L., to SIMON) I beg you will let me know immediately that Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell have returned from their walk?
SIMON. (C., astonished) Eh, returned from their walk?
FRANK. (kicking as before, and crossing to L. C.) Hold your tongue. (to ADELAIDE) Oh, yes, directly they return, you may depend on that.
Exit ADELAIDE, L. door.
SIMON. (R. C.) But, sir, if that young lady is going to wait till the old people return——