(laughing) Now, Mr. Harry, I think we are equal. It is too late to-night to go to the Golden Lion; so I will stay here, retain this costume, and——
FRANK. (without) My grandmother arrived!
ADELA. Ah! he is returning. I did not bargain for that. (going over to L.) But he will not suspect, and——
FRANK. (running on, door C.) Grandmother, grandmother, embrace your little grandson—let me kiss you, grandmother!
ADELA. (retreating) No, no, certainly not.
FRANK. Then you no longer love your little grandson?
ADELA. You are a wicked boy.
FRANK. Oh, grandmother!
ADELA. Poor Jane!
FRANK. (aside) Who is she, I wonder?