Enter Baron.
Bar. Didn't I hear Mrs. Haller's name here?
Sol. [Confused.] Why—yes—we—we—
Bar. Charlotte, tell my sister I wish to see her as soon as the tea-table is removed.
Char. [Aside to Solomon.] Either she or I go, that I'm determined.
[Exit.
Bar. May I ask what it was you were saying?
Sol. Why, please your Honourable Lordship, we were talking here and there—this and that—
Bar. I almost begin to suspect some secret.
Sol. Secret! Heaven forbid! Mercy on us! No! I should have had letters on the subject if there had been a secret.