ADELA. Let me go, for now that I know your brother will really marry my sister——
FRANK. Poor Jane is your sister?
ADELA. Jane Stirling, yes.
FRANK. Oh, well, of course, it’s a family arrangement, altogether—and you and I are bound to get married immediately.
ADELA. What do you say?
FRANK. The two weddings will make but one.
ADELA. Well, by-and-bye, we shall see, perhaps. (bell rings)
Enter SIMON, L., door.
SIMON. (down, L.) There they are, do you hear that?