ERNEST [looks at clock]. Twenty past eleven.

FANNY. If he does, he'll be here about twelve--I believe I'll go and
meet him. Could I get out without being seen?

ERNEST. You'll have to pass the lodge.

FANNY. Who's at the lodge now?

ERNEST. Mother.

FANNY. Damn!

Bennet has entered unnoticed and drawn near. At this point from
behind, he boxes Ernest's ears.

ERNEST. Here, steady!

BENNET. On the occasions when your cousin forgets her position, you
will remember it and remind her of it. Get out! [Ernest, clumsily
as ever, "gets out."] A sort of person has called who, according to
his own account, "happened to be passing this way," and would like to
see you.

FANNY [who has been trying to hide the Bradshaw--with affected
surprise.] To see me!

BENNET [drily]. Yes. I thought you would be surprised. He claims
to be an old friend of yours--Mr. George Newte.