Fra. That title makes amends for all.
Stra. But look, Francis; there are uniforms and gay dresses in the walk again. No, I must be gone. Here I'll stay no longer.
Fra. Well then, I'll tie up my bundle.
Stra. The sooner the better! They come this way. Now must I shut myself in my hovel, and lose this fine breeze. Nay, if they be your highbred class of all, they may have impudence enough to walk into my chamber. Francis, I shall lock the door.
[Goes into the Lodge, locks the door, and fastens the shutters.
Fra. And I'll be your centinel.
Stra. Very well.
Fra. Now should these people be as inquisitive as their maid, I must summon my whole stock of impertinence. But their questions and my answers need little study. They can learn nothing of the Stranger from me; for the best of all possible reasons—I know nothing myself.
Enter Baron and Countess.
Countess. There is a strange face. The servant probably.