SIMON. I was just now, but it’s evaporating.
FRANK. Go out into the air.
SIMON. (going) Yes, I’ll go to the park gate, and go to bed.
FRANK. Be off!
SIMON. (returning) Stop a bit—I haven’t got my nightcap. (takes bottle from easy chair)
FRANK. (pushing him off) Begone, drunken brute!
SIMON goes off, C. door, carrying cushion and bottle.
I have behaved like a ruffian to that charming creature—I must obtain her forgiveness, for I doat upon her—never was in love before, and the novel sensation is so delightful that—(tapping at R. door) Adelaide—Miss Adelaide—charming Adelaide! if you would but pardon me—if you would but hear me! (gate bell rings without) What’s that about at this time of night? Oh! it’s that idiot Simon; he said he was going to the park gates. Luckily there is no one to be disturbed here.
ADELAIDE enters, C. door, as an old lady.
ADELA. No, no, I don’t want anybody to accompany me.