Scrub. That's not all; I could hear but a word here and there; but I remember they mentioned a Count, a closet, a back-door, and a key.
Arch. The Count!—Did you hear nothing of Mrs. Sullen?
Scrub. I did hear some word that sounded that way; but whether it was Sullen or Dorinda, I could not distinguish. [409]
Arch. You have told this matter to nobody, brother?
Scrub. Told! no, sir, I thank you for that; I 'm resolved never to speak one word pro nor con, till we have a peace.
Arch. You're i' the right, brother Scrub. Here's a treaty afoot between the Count and the lady: the priest and the chambermaid are the plenipotentiaries. It shall go hard but I find a way to be included in the treaty.—Where 's the doctor now?
Scrub. He and Gipsy are this moment devouring my lady's marmalade in the closet. [420]
Aim. [From without.] Martin! Martin!
Arch. I come, sir, I come.
Scrub. But you forget the other guinea, brother Martin.