ADELA. (clutching his arm) No, never mind, I shall see him to-morrow. (looking at him and starting) Why, can I believe my eyes? that’s one of my gowns you have on.
FRANK. (aside) Oh, lord!
ADELA. And that is my bonnet.
FRANK. I’ll tell you how it happened——
ADELA. And that mantle is mine, too.
FRANK. Well, as to the mantle——
ADELA. You are a pretty companion—you are a thief.
FRANK. A thief!
ADELA. Yes, one of the female swell mob. I’ll send Simon for the police.
FRANK runs off, C. door.