Crime & punishment > Peveril of the peak, or, The days of Charles II

■ WAct III. PEVERIL OF THE PEAK. 43
■lldiscover where my unhappy mother is eoncealed,
and then rejoin me at our inn.
Lance. That I will, most noble master. Lard,
v what would Naunty and Deborah say, to see Lance
r, Outram transformed into a gentleman’s gentleman,
lit Jul. Haste thee, man—fly.
i! Lance. Like an arrow. [Exit.
■ Jul. Alas ! what will be the result of these un¬
til happy times, when no man’s integrity can insure him
w from the triumphs of bad men. My gentle Alice,
I, too, confided to this Ganlesse, a man devoid of every
>i principle; her father must be mad to trust his daugh-
i ter in such hands. A thousand thoughts distract
me.
t (As Julian is leaving the stage, Fenella sud-
i denly enters, and stands before him.)
Fenella in London ! Can it be possible ? Has she
< any commission from the countess ?
(Places his hand on his heart, and points to a
: i distance.—Fenella smiles, and motions him
not to go away.)
(I She expects some one to meet me here—perhaps the
countess.
(Fenella points off the stage, as if announcing
I some person's approach, then hastily draws
Julian aside.)
Enter the King, Ormond, Empsom, and Cour¬
tiers.
King. By my honour, lords, this bracing morn¬
ing suits well with our spirits, and renders us al¬
most as blythe as if we had the felicity of being a
subject. We’ll sit down and enjoy the breezes,
while Empsom repeats the strain we heard last night.
Come, quick—quick, man—out with your music.
(The King having seated himself, Fenella
makes signs to Peveril, throws off her cloak.