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_Mrs. C._ Have you got Constance with you there?
_Wat_. I've no such good fortune.
_Mrs. C._ Where is she, then?
_Wat_. At home, I presume.
_Mrs. C._ Indeed she is not. I must speak to Arthur.
_Wat_. He's not here.
_Mrs. C._ Where's my--his man, then?
_Wat_. Taken himself off to the public-house, I suppose. There's n.o.body about. Odd--ain't it?
_Mrs. C._ I'll go and see. _Exit into the house_.
_Wat_. What can be the row! there is some row. _Exit into the room_.
_Enter_ GER., _supported by_ COL. G.
_Col. G._ Thank G.o.d! Thank G.o.d!
_Ger._ But where is she? I shall go mad if you've told me a lie.
_Col. G._ I saw her, and sent a messenger after her. We shall have news of her presently. Do have a little patience, sir.
_Get._ How can I have patience? I'm a brute--a mean, selfish devil! If that fellow Waterfield was to horse-whip me--I should let him.
_Tho._ (_coming forward_). Theer wur that yung chap yere a while agoo, and he said aw wur to say to Maister William--what wur it aw're to say?--Yigh--it wur--"Bill's been. O'reet."
_Col. G._ There, sir! I told you so. Do sit down. I'll go after her.
_Ger._ I will. I will. Only make haste. (_Stands staring at the Psyche_.)
_Tho._ Th' boy said he'd be yere direckly.
_Col. G._ You sit down. I'll be with you presently.
_Tho._ (_retiring behind the Psyche_). Aw're noan likely to goo, maister.
_Enter_ MRS. C. _Crosses to room door. Enter_ WATERFIELD. _They talk_.
_Ger._ William! I don't want them. (_Retreats towards the Psyche_.)
_Col. G._ Sit here one moment, sir. (_Leads him to the dais. Advances to_ MRS. C.)
_Mrs. C._ (_trying to pa.s.s him_). Arthur, what can--?
_Col. G._ (_intercepting her_). Let him rest a bit, ma'am, if you please. He's been out for the first time.
_Mrs. C._ At night! and in a fog! A pretty nurse you are! Poor boy!
_Col. G._ Mr. Waterfield, sir, would you mind stepping into the room again for a moment? (_Exit_ WAT.) Mrs. Clifford, ma'am, would you please get a gla.s.s of wine for master? _Exit_ MRS. C. _into the house_.
_Ger._ William! William!
_Col. G._ Yes, sir.
_Ger._ Send him away. Don't let him stop there. I have nothing to say to him.
_Col. G._ He shan't trouble you, sir. I'll take care of that. (_Goes behind the Psyche to_ THOMAS, _but keeps watching the door of the room_.)--Did you see the man that went in there just now?
_Tho._ (_with anxiety_). He winnot joomp eawt ov th' window, dosto thenk, lad?
_Re-enter_ MRS. C. _with wine_. GER. _drinks_.
_Col. G._ Why should he do that? Do you know anything about him?
_Tho._ Aw do.
_Col. G._ Has he seen you here?
_Tho._ No. Aw're afeard he'd roon away, and aw keepet snoog.
_Col. G._ I needn't ask who it is, then?
_Tho._ Yo needn't, lad.
_Enter_ WATERFIELD.
_Tho._ Mo conscience! he'll pike eawt afoor aw geet howd on him!
(_Rushes out and seizes_ WAT.)
_Enter_ MATTIE _and_ BILL.
_Tho._ Thae'rt a domned villain! Wheer's mo Mattie?
WATERFIELD _knocks_ THOMAS _down_.
_Bill._ O Lord! the swell's murdered old daddy!
_All but_ GER. _rush together_. COLONEL GERVAISE _seizes_ WATERFIELD. MATTIE _throws herself on her knees beside_ THOMAS _and lifts his head_.
_Mat_. Father! father! Look at me! It's Mattie!--your own wicked Mattie! Look at her once, father dear! (_Lays down his head in despair, and rises_.) Who struck the good old man?
_Bill._ He did--the swell as give me the gold sov.
