ADELA. After having been so long engaged to marry her, everything prepared, the wedding day fixed, all at once you write that you have altered your mind, and don’t intend to marry yet awhile, leaving poor Jane to break her heart and die.
FRANK. Really, I am very sorry for poor Jane—though, ’pon my soul, I don’t know who she is.
ADELA. Oh, Harry, Harry!
FRANK. Ah! I see how it is; you think I am Harry.
ADELA. Well?
FRANK. (aside) I am not going to answer for his evil deeds. (aloud) Well, I happen to be Frank.
ADELA. You are Frank!
FRANK. I am free to confess that I am, and the proof (drawing papers from his pocket) see—no, that is my tailor’s bill; ’tis not at present receipted, but I depend on your liberality, grandmother——
ADELA. (aside) What does this mean?