ADELA. And look here, what is this? (_taking FRANK by the arm and making him pass before her_) Wine, cigars, a pipe, in my house! gracious goodness! FRANK. (L. C.) I was going to tell you--it's your grandson. ADELA. (R. C.) My grandson? FRANK. Yes, Harry--he is here--and the pipe-- (_aside_) I shall bolt. (_aloud_) I will inform him of your arrival. ADELA. (_clutching his arm_) No, never mind, I shall see him to-morrow. (_looking at him and starting_) Why, can I believe my eyes? that's one of my gowns you have on. FRANK. (_aside_) Oh, lord! ADELA. And that is my bonnet. FRANK. I'll tell you how it happened---- ADELA. And that mantle is mine, too. FRANK. Well, as to the mantle---- ADELA. You are a pretty companion--you are a thief. FRANK. A thief! ADELA. Yes, one of the female swell mob. I'll send Simon for the police. _FRANK runs off, C. door._ (_laughing_) Now, Mr. Harry, I think we are equal. It is too late to-night to go to the Golden Lion; so I will stay here, retain this costume, and---- FRANK. (_without_) My grandmother arrived! ADELA. Ah! he is returning. I did not bargain for that. (_going over to L._) But he will not suspect, and---- FRANK. (_running on, door C._) Grandmother, grandmother, embrace your little grandson--let me kiss you, grandmother! ADELA. (_retreating_) No, no, certainly not. FRANK. Then you no longer love your little grandson? ADELA. You are a wicked boy. FRANK. Oh, grandmother! ADELA. Poor Jane! FRANK. (_aside_) Who is she, I wonder? ADELA. After having been so long engaged to marry her, everything prepared, the wedding day fixed, all at once you write that you have altered your mind, and don't intend to marry yet awhile, leaving poor Jane to break her heart and die. FRANK. Really, I am very sorry for poor Jane--though, 'pon my soul, I don't know who she is. ADELA. Oh, Harry, Harry! FRANK. Ah! I see how it is; you think I am Harry. ADELA. Well? FRANK. (_aside_) I am not going to answer for his evil deeds. (_aloud_) Well, I happen to be Frank. ADELA. You are Frank! FRANK. I am free to confess that I am, and the proof (_drawing papers from his pocket_) see--no, that is my tailor's bill; 'tis not at present receipted, but I depend on your liberality, grandmother---- ADELA. (_aside_) What does this mean? FRANK. (_finding letter that has been given him by SIMON_) Yes, here it is; look at that; the letter which you wrote to me. (_reading_) "My dear Frank," you see, "your brother Harry is a bad fellow; tell him from us that unless he becomes within a week, the husband of poor Jane, we have done with him for ever." ADELA. (_aside_) What do I hear? FRANK. "For yourself, if you wish that I should still love you----" (_hugging ADELAIDE_) Oh, my dear grandmother. ADELA. There, there; that will do. FRANK. "You will also get married." Do you really wish to see me married? ADELA. Well--I--that is----