FRANK. (leading him towards door, R.) Come, cherished husband of my youth—worshipped of my old age. (seeing ADELAIDE is not looking) Get out, you hippopotamus! (giving him a violent kick and bundling him off violently, door, R.)
ADELA. (turning at the noise) What was that?
FRANK. Nothing—my poor husband knocked his head against the door post, that’s all. (aside) What a charming little creature she is! Now, tell me, my love, who sent you here?
ADELA. Oh, you know perfectly well, your friend, Mr. Dunstable.
FRANK. Ah, to be sure. I hope Mr. Constable is quite well.
ADELA. Dunstable—yes, madam.
FRANK. And his wife?
ADELA. His wife! Why he has been a widower for the last fifteen years.
FRANK. (aside) Phew! (aloud) Ah, to be sure, she is dead, then she is quite well.
(singing) When we are dead it’s for a long time,