_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!
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.