FRANK. Know her——
SIMON staggers on, door, L., still drunk, and wearing morning gown, &c., and carrying cushion and bottle.
SIMON. Sir, sir, your grandmother is returned.
FRANK. (R.) I know that, you fool, for here she is.
SIMON. (L.) Oh, but I mean the real ’un.
FRANK. The what?
ADELA. (C.) Can it be possible?
SIMON. Godfather has just seen them; the old coach broke down, the roads were so bad; so they have come back, and I was in the park, just going to bed——(staggering, and trying to pull off morning gown—Exit, door C.)
ADELA. (hastily snatching off her old woman’s dress) Oh, heaven!
FRANK. Ah! you!