FRANK. (C.) Hold your tongue. (aside) She mustn’t go, she is a charming creature, and I have fallen head over ears in love with her—she, the companion of a couple of old fogies—I mean, my honoured grand-parents. (aloud) Simon!
SIMON. Sir!
FRANK. I want my grandfather’s morning gown.
SIMON. His morning gown?
FRANK. Yes; don’t say he doesn’t wear one, all old fogies—grandfathers, I mean—wear a morning gown.
SIMON. (going to closet) Very well, sir. (bringing morning gown forward) Here it is, sir!
FRANK. Very well! try it on directly.
SIMON. Me?
FRANK. Yes, you—make haste!