Enter Solomon.
Sol. [Overhearing her last words.] What of Mrs. Haller, my sweet Miss?
Char. Why, Mr. Solomon, who is Mrs. Haller? You know every thing; you hear every thing.
Sol. I have received no letters from any part of Europe on the subject, Miss.
Char. But who is to blame? The Count and Countess. She dines with them; and at this very moment is drinking tea with them. Is this proper?
Sol. By no means.
Char. Shouldn't a Count and a Countess, in all their actions, show a certain degree of pride and pomposity?
Sol. To be sure! To be sure they should!
Char. No, I won't submit to it. I'll tell her ladyship, when I dress her to-morrow, that either Mrs. Haller or I must quit the house.
Sol. [Seeing the Baron.] St!