Besides, the giddy Volumnia now remembers with her little scream that nobody was to have known of his being Mrs. Rouncewell's son and that she was not to have told. But Mrs. Rouncewell protests, with warmth enough to swell the stomacher, that of course she would have told Sir Leicester as soon as he got better.
"Where is your son George, Mrs. Rouncewell?" asks Sir Leicester,
Mrs. Rouncewell, not a little alarmed by his disregard of the doctor's injunctions, replies, in London.
"Where in London?"
Mrs. Rouncewell is constrained to admit that he is in the house.
"Bring him here to my room. Bring him directly."

Besides, the giddy Volumnia now remembers with a little scream that George's presence was meant to be a secret. But Mrs. Rouncewell protests warmly that of course she would have told Sir Leicester as soon as he was better.
"Where is George, Mrs. Rouncewell?" asks Sir Leicester,
Mrs. Rouncewell admits that he is in the house.
"Bring him here directly."
