_Poly._ (_Makes signs to Robin._) He went out the other way, I suppose. _Molly._ There is no other way out but the window. _Poly._ The window is low, and that’s the way he got out, and now there is no one else there. (_A noise as of breaking glass is heard in the room._) _Molly._ Dear me! Then the windows are breaking one another! _Poly._ I shall faint! pray leave me just now, sir. I feel particularly unwell. I’ll explain this to your satisfaction to-morrow. _Eustace._ I’ll not be trifled with; give me the key. _Poly._ Unluckily it is inside, and the door is fastened. _Eustace._ No matter; I’ll force it open. _Molly._ Stop, master; I have a key. (_Gives three taps with her hand._) _Poly._ (_Sinks into a chair._) The little vixen will be the death of me. _Enter from the room_, CHARLES; _he closes the door hastily after him_. _Eustace._ What, Charles! _Poly._ (_Aside._) How came he there? _Eustace._ What were you doing there? and why did not you come out at once? _Charles._ The fact is, sir, I have been so unfortunate as to displease my tutor. He has kindly promised to conceal my offence from you, till he can hope to obtain your pardon for it. I heard your voice in anger, and dreading the effects of an abrupt disclosure, I— _Eustace._ (_To Poly._) So, that was it, after all? _Poly._ Yes—after all. _Eustace._ And what is his offence? a serious one, no doubt, to require so much mystery. _Charles._ (_To Poly._) Remember your oath. _Poly._ For the present I must conceal it. I am bound by an——by a promise. _Eustace._ Well—(_To Molly._) And how dare you, you little hussy, tell me such a rhodomontade? _Molly._ (_Confused._) Why, master,—I only told you what I thought. (_Aside._) I’ll not give it up yet. _Eustace._ Come, Mr. Polyglot, to supper. _Poly._ I have no appetite, thank you; and am rather unwell. _Molly._ (_Aside._) Guilty conscience. _Eustace._ You look ill. Robin shall bring you something into your own room. _Charles._ (_Aside._) And my wife there! _Eustace._ Come with me, Charles. Good night Mr. Polyglot: pardon my suspicion, my worthy friend. (_To Molly._) Do you go to bed, and let me hear no more of that chattering little tongue of yours to-night. Robin! go lock the outer doors, bring me the keys, and then take some supper to Mr. Polyglot. _Charles._ (_Aside._) Then there will be no escape for her. _Eustace._ Come, Charles, come. _Charles._ Remember your promise. (_To Poly._) [_Exit._ _Molly._ He’s juggling the old gentleman, I’ll lay my life on’t. But I’ll not sleep till I have found it out. [_Exeunt all but_ POLYGLOT.