REBECCA. (seeing him) Who is this?
VAN. Good morning, young woman. You are not a bad-looking girl.
REBECCA. (aside) He is mighty familiar. Might I ask how you got in? I didn’t hear any one knock.
VAN. No, the door was ajar—not that it would have made any difference if it had been shut; you see I’ve a latch key.
(shewing one.
REBECCA. A latch key!
VAN. Yes, I took it away with me by mistake in one of my pockets. Go and tell your mistress, a gentleman with dark hair wishes to speak with her.
REBECCA. You’ll excuse me, sir, but your hair isn’t dark.
VAN. Never mind the colour of my hair—do as I tell you—I want to surprise her.
REBECCA. Missus is not at home, sir. (aside) A latch key, and so intimate with Mrs. Bobbins, who the deuce can he be?