ADELA. (_turning towards SIMON_) "He counts for nothing, but his
wife----"
SIMON. Back directly.
ADELA. "You will tell her all, and I have no doubt she will arrange
the marriage, and----"
SIMON. (_aside_) What is she going on about? (_aloud_) Hem! hem!
ADELA. Did you speak?
SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
ADELA. Poor old gentleman! his intellect appears quite shattered.
(_shouting_) I suppose you retire to rest very early?
SIMON. My wife will be back directly.
FRANK. (_without, in an assumed voice_) Very well, I shall find her.
ADELA. That voice! Mrs. Mitchell, no doubt.
SIMON. (_aside, frightened_) Grandmother! then I'm booked! (_about to
bolt off, R. door, is met by FRANK, who enters, C. door, dressed as an
old lady_)
FRANK. (_stopping SIMON_) Eh! where are you hobbling to? (_aside to
SIMON, in natural voice_) If you don't keep still----
SIMON. (_R., aside, amazed_) Eh! Mr. Harry!