At Mull will thrive, when we have rid our hands
Of both these hind'rances, who in our way
Much longer may not be. (Listening.)
We're interrupted.
Let us into the gallery return,
And join the company with careless face,
Like those who have from curiosity
But stepp'd aside to view the house.—Make haste!
It is Argyll and Lorne.
(Exeunt, looking to the opposite side, alarmed, at which enter Argyll and Lorne.)
LORNE.
Is in his downcast and embarrass'd looks,
And careful shunning of all private converse
Whene'er aside you've drawn him from his train,
Too plainly seen: you cannot now, my lord,
Doubt of his share in this atrocious deed.
ARGYLL.
Prove it more fully still. The dinner hour
Is now at hand. (Listening.)
What steps are those,
That in the gallery, close to this door,
Like some lone straggler from the company
