[_He whistles, while_ ADONIJAH _moves uneasily about the room, glancing every now and then at this disturbing element of his peace, as if he would send him to kingdom come, if he only could_.
ADONIJAH. [_After considerable toleration._] Waiting may avail thee naught.
CHARLES. And thee? Nevertheless we"ll wait. [_Whistles._
ADONIJAH. [_Takes another turn or two and fetches up a counterfeit sigh._] Methinks, her father"s quest be fruitless.
CHARLES. [_Starting up._] Ah, then, let us go.
[ADONIJAH., _visibly relieved, sits down in the chair opposite_.
CHARLES. [_Amused._] Nay? [_Sits down and relaxes._] Ah, then, we"ll wait. [_Whistles._
ADONIJAH. [_Troubled._] "Tis certain Mistress Betty be not here.
CHARLES. Nay, if she be not here, then I am neither here nor there. I would wager ten pounds to a farthing she be revealed in time if she but will it. Wilt take me up?
ADONIJAH. It be not seemly so to stake thy fortune on a woman"s whim.
CHARLES. [_Laughs._] Thou"rt right on it. If she will, say I, for if she will she won"t, and if she won"t she will.
ADONIJAH. False jargon! A woman has no will but e"en her father"s as a maid, her husband"s later still.
[_Enter_ COTTON, _who stops short on seeing_ CHARLES, _rallies quickly, and proceeds_.
COTTON. [_Stiffly._] Good-day to you, sir.
CHARLES. [_Bowing; he has risen._] And to you, sire.
COTTON. [_To_ ADONIJAH.] I am deeply grieved to report that Mistress Betty is not to be found.
[ADONIJAH. _steals a sly look of triumph at_ CHARLES.
CHARLES. [_In mock solemnity._] I prithee present my deep regrets to Mistress Betty. I will call again.
COTTON. G.o.d speed thee! [_And as_ CHARLES _takes his leave_ COTTON _places his hand affectionately upon_ ADONIJAH"S _shoulder, saying rea.s.suringly_.] Come again, my son; Betty may not be afar off. I fain would have her soon persuaded of thy worth. Improve thy time.
ADONIJAH. [_Beaming._] Good morrow, sir; I will.
[_As the door closes behind them_ COTTON _slowly walks toward the fire, where he stands in complete revery. Still absorbed in thought he walks slowly out the door at the right._ BETTY _peeks cautiously out, but hearing footsteps quickly withdraws_. COTTON _re-enters with hat on. He is talking to himself, reflectively._
COTTON. Where can she be? Mayhap at Neighbor Ainslee"s.
[_He goes hurriedly out through the hall door. The banging of the outside door is heard. The clock door once more slowly opens and_ BETTY _peers forth, listening. The sound of a door opening causes her to draw back. As the noise is further emphasized by approaching footsteps, she pulls the clock door quickly to._ CHARLES _enters.
He looks inquiringly about, tosses his hat on the table, and goes for the clock. He opens it with a gay laugh._ BETTY _steps forth out of the clock, very much a.s.sisted by_ CHARLES.
CHARLES. Blessed relief! Thou art in very truth, then, flesh and blood?
BETTY. And what else should I be, forsooth?
CHARLES. [_Laughing._] I marked thee for a mummy there entombed.
BETTY. [_Disengaging her hand._] What? Darest thou?
CHARLES. A lively mummy now thou art come to, whilst I [_sighs_]--I waited through the ages!
BETTY. [_Laughingly._] A veritable monument of patient grief.
CHARLES. And Adonijah----
BETTY. Yea, verily, old Father Time but come to life. [_Mimics._] Thy waiting may avail thee naught.
CHARLES. In truth, it may avail me naught; thy father may be back at any time, while I have much to say, sweet Betty----
BETTY. [_Interrupting._] Nay, sweet Betty call me not.
CHARLES. Dear Betty, then, the dearest----
BETTY. [_Quickly._] Yea, call me dearest mummy, Hottentot, or what you will, just so it be not _sweet_, like Adonijah. It sickens me beyond expressing.
CHARLES. Then, _sweet_ Betty thou art _not_, say rather sour Betty, cross Betty, mean Betty, bad Betty, mad Betty, sad Betty.
BETTY. [_Suddenly dimpling._] Nay, glad Betty!
CHARLES. Art then so glad? Wilt tell me why? In sooth, I know not whither to be glad, or sad, or mad. Sometimes I am but one, sometimes I am all three.
BETTY. Wilt tell me why?
CHARLES. [_Stepping closer and imprisoning her left hand._] Thou wilt not now escape it, for I will tell thee why, and mayhap this will aid me. [_Slips ring, which he has had concealed in his pocket, on her finger._] Hath this no meaning for thee?
BETTY. [_Her eyes sparkling with mischief._] Aye, "tis a diabolical circle for the devil to daunce in!
CHARLES. [_In astonishment._] A what?
BETTY. [_Slowly._] A diabolical circle for the devil to daunce in--so father saith. Likewise Adonijah.
CHARLES. [_Weakly endeavoring to comprehend._] A diabolical circle--but what!--say it again, Betty.
BETTY. [_Repeats slowly, emphasizing it with pointed finger._] A diabolical circle for the devil to daunce in.
CHARLES. [_Throws back his head and laughs._] May I be the devil!
BETTY. [_Shaking her finger at him._] Then daunce!
[_They take position, as though for a minuet. The knocker sounds._ BETTY _runs to the window_.
BETTY. Aye, there"s ADONIJAH at the knocker. Into the clock--hie thee--quick, quick!
CHARLES. [_Reproachfully._] And would"st thou incarcerate me through the ages? [_Turns to the clock._] O timely sarcophagus!