ADELA. (C.) And I will tell him all!
SIMON. (on his knees) Don’t! I shall lose my place, before I have had time to redden my nose—’tisn’t my fault—it’s the keys of the cellar did it—and Mr. Harry——
ADELA. It was he who made you thus disguise yourself—confess and I forgive you!
SIMON. (rising) Yes; he arrived this evening, on a visit to his grandfather and grandmother, whom he hasn’t seen for twelve years; and as they went away this morning——
ADELA. He hasn’t encountered them?
SIMON. How was he to do it, I should like to know.
ADELA. And you say that ’tis twelve years since——
SIMON. Yes!
ADELA. ’Tis well! now you go to the park gate, and you will ring as if your mistress had returned.
SIMON. My wife will be back directly—but as she is gone away——