As if it was on cue, Tristan, now trying to claw his way out of the room trying to find a stage door or an open window "Now everyone is going to know the truth about me. I've got to find an exit. He thought he found one but it was only an old set piece. Which was basically a box with a door on it. "Now everyone will know my secret. I am so ashamed." Tristan wailed from inside the box. "I'm never coming out. Leave me here to die."
"Don't worry he won't stay there until he dies. He did this same bit of business at the church. He doesn't like people knowing he's mad."
George was a reasonable fellow, and he knew Harry Fisher by reputation, and the special kind of theater and weren't no one to get on the bad side of. He held his temper took in a deep breath ans said his piece "He's not even half by mad. He just thought that there were Jacobins in the wall. I don't know theres not Jacobins in the wall. And it could be just as worse with sneak thieves and such about. These days some blokes will slit your t'roat just looking at them crosswise. "
"Lord T is not a bad sort." He said "He just gets scared a bit and goes a bit strange. Like a dog in a row boat. I wouldn't bring no mad cannibule or fiend out into the city. It's not against the law."
"As far as I'm concerned all you bloody girlie boys are a little crazy. Ain't my place to judge. I was just bringing out my gentleman for a bit of show away from the misses and it's Armageddon. I'm gonna get the sac. Do you wish to explain to the Countess why her husband is trying to hide in a box in the theater and won't come out?"
"We can't let my good sweet saintly wife know I'm at the theater with loose women in such times peril. She will think me a monster."
"That's not what they are... Come out of the box, Your Lordship." He knocked on the door.
"I'll never be able to show my face again in proper society." Tristan said. Please just leave me. "Tell my wife I died. I can't shame her like this."