FRANK. (without, in an assumed voice) Very well, I shall find her.
ADELA. That voice! Mrs. Mitchell, no doubt.
SIMON. (aside, frightened) Grandmother! then I’m booked! (about to bolt off, R. door, is met by FRANK, who enters, C. door, dressed as an old lady)
FRANK. (stopping SIMON) Eh! where are you hobbling to? (aside to SIMON, in natural voice) If you don’t keep still——
SIMON. (R., aside, amazed) Eh! Mr. Harry!
ADELA. (L., curtseying) Madam——
FRANK. (C., to ADELAIDE) Ah! there you are, little darling; my grandson told me just now that——
SIMON. (sinking again into easy chair, R. C.) My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. I am sorry, madam, to have interrupted your walk.