(Enter ST. LOUIS)
St. Louis. Jarnie, Monsieur, I was going up de hide in de garret, and this stone come Pauf—here by my head.
Roger. I'll go and speak to un, they'll give over for an honest Englishman, I warrant un. (Exit)
Lady Betty. What a pack of Savages!
Jack. They have no police; at Paris one of the Canaille dare not come within the Atmosphere of a Man of Condition—there, for sending forty Livres to the Lieutenant of the Police, a Man of Quality may run a Scoundrel thro' the Body.
Sir Robert. Well, well, come let's in to dinner—Mr. Florid, and the French Gentleman are waiting for us.
Lady Betty. Oh, I could not eat in this condition—I'll step upstairs to M'am'selle Harriet. (Exit)
Jack. And I'll go up to my Toilette.
Wildfire. No, no, you shall come and dine.
Sir Robert. That's right, Lads, bring him along. (Exeunt)