Mrs. B. Scarcely, indeed, while you remain here, and talk thus.
Balt. What, does it affect you to this pitch, then? Are you attached to that girl?
Mrs. B. Indeed I am. (Charl. behind, catches Mrs. B's hand again, and kisses it very gratefully.)
Balt. Well, Madam; I see plainly enough the extent of your attachment to me. (walking up and down vehemently.) Methinks it should have been offensive to you even to have stroked the very ears of his dog. And that excrescence, that wart, that tadpole, that worm from the adder's nest which I abhor.
Mrs. B. For heaven's sake go away! you kill, you distract me!
Balt. Yes, yes. Madam; I see plainly enough I am married to a woman who takes no common interest, who owns no sympathy with my feelings.
(He turns upon his heel in anger to go away, whilst Charlotte springs from her hiding place, and slipping softly after him, makes a motion with her foot as if she would give him a kick in the going out; upon which Balt. turns suddenly round and sees her. She stops short quite confounded; and he, glancing a look of indignation at his wife, fixes his eyes sternly upon Charlotte, who, recoiling from him step by step as he sternly frowns upon her, throws herself at last upon Mrs. B's neck, and bursts into tears. Balt. then turns upon his heel angrily and exit.)
Charl. (sobbing.) I shall never be able to look up again as long as I live. There never was any body
