A good many very respectable troubadours, sir----

_Rose._

[_Starting to her feet, heroically and defiantly. _] And what I wish to

say, Sir William, is this. I wish to avow, to declare before the world,

that Arthur and I have had many lengthy interviews while he has been

stationed against those railings over there; I murmuring to him softly

from my bedroom window, he responding in tremulous whispers----

_Sir William._

[_Struggling to his feet_]. You--you tell me such things---! [_All

rise._]

_Miss Gower._

The Square, in which we have resided for years----! Our neighbors----!

_Sir William._

[_Shaking a trembling hand at Arthur. _] The--the character of my

house---!

_Arthur._

Again I am extremely sorry, sir--but these are the only confidential

conversations Rose and I now enjoy.

_Sir William._

[_Turning upon Clara and De Foenix._] And you, Captain de Foenix--an

officer and a gentleman! and you, Clara! this could scarcely have been

without your cognizance, without, perhaps, your approval----!

[_Charles, in plush and powder and wearing luxuriant whiskers, enters,

carrying two branch candlesticks with lighted candles._]

_Charles._

The cawd-table, Sir William?

_Miss Gower._

[_Agitatedly._] Yes, yes, by all means, Charles; the card-table, as

usual. [_To Sir William._] A rubber will comfort you, soothe you----

[_Charles carries the candlesticks to the card-table, Sir William and

Miss Gower seat themselves upon a couch, she with her arm through his

affectionately. Clara and De Foenix get behind the screen; their scared

faces are seen occasionally over the top of it. Charles brings the

card-table, opens it and arranges it, placing four chairs, which he

collects from different parts of the room, round the table. Rose and

Arthur talk in rapid undertones._]

_Rose._

Infamous! infamous!

_Arthur._

Be calm, Rose, dear, be calm!

_Rose._

Tyrannical! diabolical! I cannot endure it.

[_She throws herself into a chair. He stands behind her, apprehensively,

endeavoring to calm her._]

_Arthur._

[_Over her shoulder._] They mean well, dearest----

_Rose._

[_Hysterically._] Well! ha, ha, ha!

_Arthur._

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