Char. The same that drew the young Count out of the water?

Fra. The same.

Char. [To the Stranger.] Sir, my master and mistress, the Count and Countess, present their respectful compliments, and request the honour of your company at a family supper this evening.

Stra. I shall not come.

Char. But you'll scarce send such an uncivil answer as this. The Count is overpowered with gratitude. You saved his son's life.

Stra. I did it willingly.

Char. And won't accept of, "I thank you," in return?

Stra. No.

Char. You really are cruel, sir, I must tell you. There are three of us ladies at the Castle, and we are all dying with curiosity to know who you are. [Exit Stranger.] The master is crabbed enough, however. Let me try what I can make of the man. Pray, sir— [Francis turns his back to her.] —The beginning promises little enough. Friend, why won't you look at me.

Fra. I like to look at green trees better than green eyes.