Bradley. Ellen, I have come to tell you something. To save you
from a vile conspiracy.
Mrs. Perkins. I am quite well able, Lady Amaranth, to manage my own
affairs--
Mrs. Bradley. But you do not know. You love Lord Muddleton--
Mrs. Perkins (toying with her fan). Oh! Indeed! And who, pray, has
taken you into my confidence? I was not aware--
Mrs. Bradley. Hear me, Ellen--
Mrs. Perkins. Excuse me, Lady Amaranth! but you have forgotten that
it is only to my friends that I am known as--
Mrs. Bradley. Then Lady Ellen, if it must be so. I know what you do
not--that Henry Cobb is an escaped convent--
Yardsley. Convict, not convent.
Mrs. Bradley. Is an escaped convict, and--
Mrs. Perkins. I am not interested in Henry Cobb.
Mrs. Bradley. But he is in you, Ellen Abercrombie. He is in you,
and with the aid of Fenderson Featherhead--
[Bell. Perkins lets curtain drop half-way, but remembers in time,
and pulls it up again.
Perkins. Beg pardon. String slipped.
Mrs. Bradley. Too late. Oh, if he had only waited!
Enter Miss Andrews.
Miss Andrews. Mr.
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