VICAR. By Heaven, but I say no!

AUNTIE. By Heaven, but I say yes! It's about time I took things
in hand again! Do you think I'm going to risk that child learning
everything? She knows more than enough already! Providentially,
she does not know the worst!

VICAR. And what knowledge do you consider Providence has so kindly
spared her?

AUNTIE. The knowledge who that man was! She shall never know, if
I can have my way! [She rings the bell again, impatiently.] Why
doesn't he come? Why doesn't he come?

VICAR. Who?

AUNTIE. Manson.

[Enter MANSON by the main door. There is a subtle change in the
manner of him, a look in his eye, as of the servant merging in the
master.]

MANSON. You rang.

AUNTIE. Yes, come in, Manson. I want to have a little
confidential talk with you--confidential, you understand.

MANSON [eying her]. If you please. I expected this.