VAN. Very well—as your mistress is not at home, you can get me some breakfast; I feel rather sharp set.
REBECCA. Breakfast, sir?
VAN. Yes, don’t you understand me? B-r-e-a-k, break, f-a-s-t, fast, breakfast—the girl’s silly.
REBECCA. But won’t you be pleased to tell me—
VAN. (taking her up) What I should like to have? Oh, anything—I’m not particular; a steak or a chop.
REBECCA. No, sir, I mean who you are.
VAN. Who I am? True, you don’t know me. My name is—(recollecting himself) No matter for my name—I rather fancy your mistress will know me when she sees me. I only hope it won’t be too much for her.
REBECCA. (aside) Oh, he must be some relation. Master said if any one called, they were to wait.
VAN. Come, look alive—be quick.