Jerden (rises). Ah! who's there?
(Enter, past window through door, Agnes.)
Agnes (at door). May I speak with your prisoner?
Jerden (bows). I hate to refuse a lady; but my orders are, to let none communicate with him until he is placed in jail.
Agnes. In jail?
Jerden. Still, as you seem to be a very dear friend of his—
Agnes. You will grant my request?
Jerden. If you will give me your word he shall not escape.
Agnes. You will leave us alone?
Jerden. Certainly.