ADELA. (_crossing to SIMON_) And I will tell him you were tipsy.
SIMON. Oh, mum!
FRANK. Now, let us prepare to receive them.
ADELA. Yes.
SIMON. Oh, you needn't be in a hurry, they don't walk very fast, you
will have time to get married, and to ask pardon for all your sins.
ADELA. (_to AUDIENCE_) More indulgence is always shewn to venerable
age than is bestowed on giddy youth, and our great age, we think,
deserves your consideration.
FRANK. (_as old woman_) Think of my eighty years, and be good
children. Simon, 'tis now your turn to implore!
SIMON. My wife will be back directly!
FRANK. ADELAIDE. SIMON.
R. L.
_Curtain._
Printed by Thomas Scott, Warwick Court, Holborn.