Count. Upon my word, Mrs. Haller, you are a nimble walker: I should be sorry to run a race with you.
Mrs. H. Custom, my lord. You need only take the same walk every day for a month.
Count. Yes; if I wanted to resemble my greyhounds.—But what said the Stranger?
Countess. He gave Charlotte a flat refusal; and you see his door, and even his shutters, are closed against us.
Count. What an unaccountable being! But it won't do. I must show my gratitude one way or other. Steinfort, we will take the ladies home, and then you shall try once again to see him. You can talk to these oddities better than I can.
Bar. If you wish it, with all my heart.
Count. Thank you, thank you. Come, ladies: come Mrs. Haller.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A close walk in the Garden.