Until I come to you again.
Miss P. Come back again in the disguise immediately, and if fortune favours faithful lovers’ vows, I will contrive to slip out to you.
Tagg. Dispose of me, lovely creature, as you please, but don’t forget the casket.
Little Pickle runs in.
Granne! granne!
Miss P. What rude interruption is this?
Little P. Nothing at all—only father is coming, that’s all.
Tagg. The devil he is—what a catastrophe!
[both rise.