Julio. Ha! ha! ha! Well, if it obliges you, I will pretend that you did not send for me; that your maid did not conduct me hither; nay, that I have not now the supreme happiness—
[Catching her in his arms.
Enter Minette; she screams, and runs out, r.
Julio. Donna Olivia de Zuniga! how the devil came she here?
Oliv. [Aside.] That's lucky! Olivia, my dear friend, why do you run away? Keep the character I charge you. [Apart to Minette.] Be still Olivia.
Min. Oh! dear madam! I was—I was so frightened when I saw that gentleman.
Oliv. Oh, my dear; it's the merriest pretty kind of gentleman in the world; he pretends that I sent my maid for him into the streets, ha! ha!
Julio. That's right; always tell a thing yourself, which you would not have believed.
Min. It is the readiest excuse for being found in a lady's apartment, however. Now will I swear I know nothing of the matter. [Aside.]
Oliv. Now, I think it a horrid poor excuse; he has certainly not had occasion to invent reasons for such impertinencies often. Tell me that he has made love to you to-day. [Apart.]