_Molly._ Oh! then you are your own little dear. “Don’t open to any one but me, my little dear.” _Poly._ (_Aside._) The little imp has overheard us. _Molly._ An’t you ashamed of yourself, Mr. Ignoramus? You preach one thing and practise another. You would turn away a couple of poor servants because they love one another honestly, whilst you have a pretty dear concealed in your apartment. But master is come home now, and he shall know of this. (_Calls._) Master! master! Mr. Eustace!— _Poly._ Molly, Molly, ’tis all a mistake—listen to me— _Molly._ No; you had no pity for me just now; so as you said, you shall find me as flexible as the worst Plutus.—Master!— _Poly._ I supplicate—I implore—you shall stay, Molly, you shall stay. _Molly._ I stay in a house where there are such doings! No, no. But I’ll have my revenge on you before I go, I will.—Master! Mr. Charles! all the house! come all of you! _Poly._ He comes! I am ruined—and poor Charles— _Enter_ EUSTACE. _Eustace._ Why, what is all this noise about? And you, Mr. Polyglot, didn’t you hear the supper bell? The fish is getting cold, and— _Molly._ He doesn’t care about your fish, master; he has fish of his own to fry, the wicked old sinner. _Eustace._ What does the girl mean? _Molly._ I mean, master, that if one serpent, as he calls me, is to be sent out of your house, to let you know that you have another remaining in it. _Poly._ Molly, my dear— _Molly._ Don’t whisper me; I’m not to be come over with soft words, that I can tell you. Here’s Mr. Tutorer, sir, who would turn away a poor lass for having an honest lover of her own, has got a—I don’t know what, locked up in his room. _Eustace._ Why, how dare you accuse— _Molly._ It is true enough, sir; and if it is not a woman, may I never be married! and I would not swear such a dreadful oath to a fib. _Eustace._ A woman! _Poly._ (_Aside._) I don’t know whether I am standing on my head or my heels. _Eustace._ Is this true, sir? _Poly._ I—you can’t believe—you would not suspect— _Molly._ There’s no need to suspect, master, for it is true. ’Tis his little dear, for I heard him call her so. _Eustace._ The girl’s earnestness convinces me there is some truth in this. Your consternation now—your confusion at my sudden arrival— _Poly._ Of course—my—my indignation at such a charge, my— _Eustace._ In a word, sir, who have you concealed there? _Poly._ I have no one concealed—I—I was talking to Robin, who is there arranging the—the furniture. (_Aside._) I scarcely know what I say. _Molly._ Robin there, is he? _Poly._ Leave the room, girl! Is my word to be doubted? _Molly._ No, Sir. (_Calls._) Robin! Robin! _Enter_ ROBIN, _from the garden_. _Robin._ Did you call me? _Eustace._ How is this! _Poly._ Ruined and undone! (_Charles is seen to cross the garden._) _Eustace._ What have you to say to this, Sir?