Enter Scrub.
Well, Scrub, what news of the gentleman?
Scrub. Madam, I have brought you a whole packet of news.
Dor. Open it quickly; come.
Scrub. In the first place, I inquired who the gentleman was? They told me he was a stranger. Secondly, I asked, what the gentleman was? They answered and said, that they never saw him before. Thirdly, I inquired, what countryman he was? They replied, 'twas more than they knew. Fourthly, I demanded, whence he came? Their answer was, they could not tell. And, fifthly, I asked, whither he went? And they replied, they knew nothing of the matter.—And this is all I could learn.
Mrs. Sul. But what do the people say? can't they guess!
Scrub. Why, some think he's a spy; some guess he's a mountebank; some say one thing, some another;—but, for my own part, I believe he's a jesuit.
Dor. A jesuit! Why a jesuit?
Scrub. Because he keeps his horses always ready saddled, and his footman talks French!
Mrs. Sul. His footman!