Mrs. Caut. No, not I, sure. If I had, he had never come here.
Hip. Indeed, aunt, you grow old I see; your memory fails you very much. Did not you hear him, Prue, say he would send him to me?
Prue. Yes, I'll be sworn did I.
Hip. Look you there, aunt.
Mrs. Caut. I wonder I should not remember it.
Don. Come, come, you are a doting old fool.
Mrs. Caut. So! So! the fault will be mine now. But pray, mistress, how did he come in? I am sure I had the keys of the doors, which, till your father came in, were not opened to-day.
Hip. He came in just after my father, I suppose.
Mrs. Caut. It might be, indeed, while the porters brought in the things, and I was talking with you.