slip down without being observed. I'll send the chaplain to you
with his robes: I have made him my own, and ordered him to meet us
to-morrow morning at St. Albans; there we will sum up this account,
to all our satisfactions.

MEL. Should I begin to thank or praise thee, I should waste the
little time we have.


SCENE X.


CYNTHIA, MASKWELL

MASK. Madam, you will be ready?

CYNT. I will be punctual to the minute. [Going.]

MASK. Stay, I have a doubt. Upon second thoughts, we had better
meet in the chaplain's chamber here, the corner chamber at this end
of the gallery, there is a back way into it, so that you need not
come through this door, and a pair of private stairs leading down to
the stables. It will be more convenient.

CYNT. I am guided by you; but Mellefont will mistake.

MASK. No, no, I'll after him immediately, and tell him.

CYNT. I will not fail.