Sir Charles playfully insisted, and Mrs.Woffington was beginning to be a little at a loss, when suddenly voices were heard upon the stairs.
_"My husband!"_ cried the false Mrs.Vane, and in a moment she rose and darted into Triplet's inner apartment.
Mr.Vane and Mr.Triplet were talking earnestly as they came up the stair.

It seems the wise Triplet had prepared a little dramatic scene for his own refreshment, as well as for the ultimate benefit of all parties.

He had persuaded Mr.Vane to accompany him by warm, mysterious promises of a happy _denouement;_ and now, having conducted that gentleman as far as his door, he was heard to say: "And now, sir, you shall see one who waits to forget grief, suspicion--all, in your arms.

Behold!" and here he flung the door open.
"The devil!" "You flatter me!" said Pomander, who had had time to recover his _aplomb,_ somewhat shaken, at first, by Mr.Vane's inopportune arrival.
Now it is to be observed that Mr.Vane had not long ago seen his wife lying on her bed, to all appearance incapable of motion.
Mr.Vane, before Triplet could recover his surprise, inquired of Pomander why he had sent for him.

"And what," added he, "is the grief, suspicion, I am, according to Mr.Triplet, to forget in your arms ?" Mr.Vane added this last sentence in rather a testy manner.
"Why, the fact is--" began Sir Charles, without the remotest idea of what the fact was going to be.
"That Sir Charles Pomander--" interrupted Triplet.
"But Mr.Triplet is going to explain," said Sir Charles, keenly.
"Nay, sir; be yours the pleasing duty.