_Poly._ Ahem! you may go—you may go. _Molly._ I hope, sir, you’ll forgive my suspicions. (_Sees the bonnet._) O, ho! _Poly._ Begone I say! and, in future, beware how you accuse an innocent person. _Molly._ Yes, sir, if you please; and I repent it the more, seeing, as I do, the proofs of your innocence before me. _Poly._ Light my lanthorn. (_To Robin, who returns._) I am going to walk. _Robin._ At this time, sir; and in such weather? Why it is pouring of rain. _Poly._ No matter—I—I have a head-ache and want air. Begone! both of you, and woe be to you if I find either of you here at my return! (_They go off._) There is not an instant to be lost. The poor innocent baby must not become a victim to the old man’s displeasure; and if he should reach the pavilion before me—Into what a labyrinth has my affection for my pupil led me! [_Exit._ _Enter_ MOLLY, _cautiously_; ROBIN _following_. _Molly._ Robin, run and tell old Master Eustace to come here immediately. _Robin._ Why, what would you be at now? _Molly._ She’s here; I’m sure of it. _Robin._ Who’s here? _Molly._ Mr. Ignoramus’s Miss. _Robin._ I’ll not go and tell master any such thing. You know you have got into one scrape already this evening by telling a fib. _Molly._ But this time I have proof positive. (_Takes up the bonnet._) Look here. _Robin._ Why, that does look rather queer, to be sure. But what does that signify? Depend upon it, she’s gone. _Molly._ How can that be? Haven’t I been watching outside? Besides, the gates are locked. _Robin._ Where can she be then? _Molly._ There! I hear her move. Run, quick; fetch master. _Robin._ And yet I don’t like to tell upon old tutorer, neither. _Molly._ Wouldn’t he have told upon us? But we’ll let master see what a sly old fox he has got in his house. Go, I tell you. (_Forces him off._) Now, Mr. Pollypot, I’ll teach you something better than Greek, I will. Ah! here comes Mr. Charles. He’ll be delighted at this, for the tutorer leads the poor lad such a life, that he’ll be glad enough to get quit of him, I warrant me. _Enter_ CHARLES, _from garden_. _Charles._ My anxiety is insupportable; and at all risks I must——Why, Molly, what do you want here? _Molly._ O, sir, I have such news for you! You are the only one in the house who is kind to me, and now I’ll prove my gratitude. I’ll soon get the tutorer turned away, and make you your own master. _Charles._ What do you mean? _Molly._ I have discovered it at last. She is here after all. _Charles._ Is the girl out of her senses? _Molly._ No, no; here’s proof! here’s the creature’s bonnet; and I’ve sent Robin to bring your father here. _Charles._ Sent for my father! Unhappy girl, what have you done! _Molly._ Lord, Mr. Charles, what ails you?