FRANK. Oh! nothing—don’t mind him—he isn’t always quite right in his head—rather idiotic sometimes.
ADELA. Poor old gentleman.
SIMON. (aside) Now I’m an idiot!
FRANK. His great age, as I said before, ninety-nine, you know! (to SIMON) As you say that grandmother is on her way home, you had better go and meet her.
ADELA. How! fatigued as he is, and at his age to go alone——
FRANK. Exactly! Surely, at his age, he is old enough to go alone!
ADELA. No, no; go you, and I will stay here and bear your grandfather company.
FRANK. (aside) The devil! leave them together. (aloud) Why, you see——
ADELA. I entreat you, the air is so chilly, and as he is suffering with the rheumatism——
FRANK. Ah, true! (shouting to SIMON) Don’t stir! this young lady will keep you company——