MRS. G. (entering and intercepting him) Arrétez! Stop!
GREEN. (starting) Ah!
MRS. G. I have entendez vous.
GREEN. Oh, ha—I—I—I merely—ha, ha! You perceive I was——
MRS. G. You vas go to betray me; mais you perceive dis little machine? (produces a pistol from her pocket)
GREEN. Oh, oh!—distinctly, Countess.
MRS. G. Madame Grinfeench!
GREEN. I beg pardon, Madame Grinfeench. Pray oblige me by pointing the other end of that article this way. I’ve an uncommonly weak head, and couldn’t stand anything from that quarter.
MRS. G. Prenez garde, then how you betray de confiance I have put into you?
GREEN. What confidence? I haven’t the most distant idea of the object for which I have been brought here.