I must seek out Rose, and have an explanation.
[_Exit_.
KATE. [_Aside to_ ARBALD.] You see, sir, how little the bracelet would
plead in your cause.
ARBALD. I do, indeed.
[_They saunter off_.
HARRY. I do not, sir, often ask favours of you. This day my father
forbade Armstrong from entertaining any intentions relative to my
sister. He has insulted me, my father, and Rose. I wish to chastise
him, sir.
CLEVELAND. Tut, tut! I will not give his cunning a chance to plan
another escape. The best thing you can do is to help me to prevent the
possibility of the marriage.
HARRY. You are my superior. I have no choice but to obey. But I long
to inflict the punishment due to his treachery. [_Exit_.
CLEVELAND. Pest on't, I love the wench. I thought, if married to
Arbald, and frequently near me, my suit might flourish. But the
cunning vixen caught me in my own trap. If I could only trip her now;
let me see--let me see.
_Enter_ ARBALD.
CLEVELAND. Ah, Arbald, come hither. How flourishes your suit with Miss
Elsworth?
ARBALD. Badly, I must confess.
CLEVELAND. Unless we prevent it she will be married to this Armstrong
before morning.
ARBALD. Is it possible?
CLEVELAND. I have my own reasons for desiring to break up the match
between them--to prevent their marriage. Nothing occurs to me at all
feasible to that end, but some plan to get introduced into Armstrong's
presence a woman disguised as Rose.
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