Bar. [Offers money.] There! announce me.
Fra. Want no money.
Bar. Well, only announce me then.
Fra. I will announce you, sir; but it won't avail! I shall be abused, and you rejected. However, we can but try.
[Going.
Bar. I only ask half a minute. [Francis goes into the Lodge.] But when he comes, how am I to treat him? I never encountered a misanthrope before. I have heard of instructions as to conduct in society; but how I am to behave towards a being who loathes the whole world, and his own existence, I have never learned.
Enter the Stranger.
Stra. Now; what's your will?
Bar. I beg pardon, sir, for—[Suddenly recognizing him.] Charles!
Stra. Steinfort!