Fra. Mrs. Haller will be waiting for an answer.

Pet. So she will. And I have another place or two to call at. [Takes off his hat to Stranger.] Servant, sir!

Stra. Pshaw!—

Pet. Pshaw! What—he's angry. [Peter turns to Francis, in a half whisper.] He's angry, I suppose, because he can get nothing out of me.

Fra. It almost seems so.

Pet. Ay, I'd have him to know I'm no blab.

[Exit.

Fra. Now, sir?

Stra. What do you want?

Fra. Were you not wrong, sir?