FRANK. (_giving him a sly kick_) Be quiet!
ADELA. (_taking her cloak and portmanteau from FRANK_) I will go to my
apartment. (_L., to SIMON_) I beg you will let me know immediately
that Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell have returned from their walk?
SIMON. (_C., astonished_) Eh, returned from their walk?
FRANK. (_kicking as before, and crossing to L. C._) Hold your tongue.
(_to ADELAIDE_) Oh, yes, directly they return, you may depend on that.
_Exit ADELAIDE, L. door._
SIMON. (R. C.) But, sir, if that young lady is going to wait till the
old people return----
FRANK. (C.) Hold your tongue. (_aside_) She mustn't go, she is a
charming creature, and I have fallen head over ears in love with
her--she, the companion of a couple of old fogies--I mean, my honoured
grand-parents. (_aloud_) Simon!
SIMON. Sir!
FRANK. I want my grandfather's morning gown.
SIMON. His morning gown?
FRANK. Yes; don't say he doesn't wear one, all old
fogies--grandfathers, I mean--wear a morning gown.
SIMON. (_going to closet_) Very well, sir. (_bringing morning gown
forward_) Here it is, sir!
FRANK. Very well! try it on directly.
SIMON. Me?
FRANK. Yes, you--make haste!
SIMON. (_putting on morning gown_) Perhaps you are going to make me a
present of one like it, and want to see if it will fit.
FRANK. Perhaps.
SIMON. I'd rather have a coat, with nice long tails.
FRANK. (_hunting in closet_) Here, now put on this cap. (_giving him
morning cap_)