Eglantine.. [Gives back the tablets with the wryest smile.] Take them, put them in the fire. As epigrams well enough, Mr. Talon; but perhaps the simple truth is, that I do not love her ladyship.
[And the song ceases.
Harlequin.. Pardon me, my lord; once more the bell!
[Quin disappears to answer it.
Eglantine.. Gad, no more delays, or my bride will be kept waiting at the Church.
Pantaloon.. Listen to me, my lord. Pay these debts of hers in full, make this settlement as you intend, and you are a pauper.
Eglantine.. But yet a gentleman who has given his word and not broken it.
Pantaloon.. You will at least allow me to postpone the payment of the debts till you are safely married. Caution's our lawyer's trade mark. Her ladyship might die, might change her mind at the very altar!
Eglantine.. I will not allow you to cast a doubt either on her perfect health or her perfect honour ... nor let the shadow of one rest on mine.
Pantaloon.. But, my lord, why has she begged you keep your marrying secret till to-day?