SIMON. (aside to FRANK) And I shouldn’t at all mind keeping company with her.
FRANK. (punching him slyly) Must I murder you?
SIMON. No, you mustn’t.
FRANK. (aside to him) Mind that to everything she says, you answer only, “My wife will be back directly.”
SIMON. Yes, sir.
FRANK. (to ADELAIDE) Now I’m off to fetch grandmother.
Exit, C. door.
ADELA. (looking after FRANK) That, then, is the Mr. Harry of whom I have heard so much from my sister. He is not at all bad-looking; but with all his good looks, he is a very worthless fellow.
SIMON. (coughing) Hum! hum!
ADELA. Oh! I was quite forgetting the old gentleman. (going to SIMON) There, place your feet on that. (giving him a footstool) Now, are you comfortable?