SIMON. (putting on morning gown) Perhaps you are going to make me a present of one like it, and want to see if it will fit.
FRANK. Perhaps.
SIMON. I’d rather have a coat, with nice long tails.
FRANK. (hunting in closet) Here, now put on this cap. (giving him morning cap)
SIMON. Well, but——
FRANK. No observations; put the cap on, or I discharge you. (pulls the cap down over SIMON’S eyes)
SIMON. Don’t—I will!
FRANK. Now, muffle your face up—good—turn about, walk, not like that, stoop—bend your back—that’s it! Now, where is grandmother’s chamber? (seeing ADELAIDE—who enters, door, L.) Hush! here she is!
SIMON. (R. C.—frightened) Your grandmother?
FRANK. (C.) Don’t stir!