Ah, poor boy! (Chafes his hands and temples, andYoung Ardenrecovers.) My good young Sir, go into my house for a while and recover yourself.
YOUNG ARDEN.
There was a wonderful buzzing of voices round me.
GAOLER.
There was nobody spoke to you but myself; and I spoke softly, too.
YOUNG ARDEN.
I must go to my father.
GAOLER.
Yes, presently; but not till you are better recovered. Beside, he is engaged at present with gentlemen, who are assisting him to prepare for his trial.
YOUNG ARDEN.
His trial! Oh, oh!—But he is innocent!
GAOLER.
Yes, my good boy; we hope so: and then there is no fear of him.
