Mari. Indeed, uncle, I have not.
Jaco. (goes to window, and perceives ladder of ropes) Hah!—What’s this? A very pretty contrivance—I suppose, when love can’t get in at the door, he flies in at the window—and here are his wings, (holding the rope ladder to view) And this hat. (taking it off chair, R. C.) Pretty, innocent creature! He’s here, then.—(Marietta clasps her hands) Humph! Surely I have seen this hat somewhere—Ha! this morning—and it was the devil who then wore it—or an Englishman! (Marietta drops on her knees, crying) Here’s the hole made by my bullet.—I’m not angry, girl—you’ve trapped the fellow I want—get up, and tell me where you’ve got him.
Mari. (L. C.) I c—c—r—can’t uncle—he’s gone!
Jaco. (R. C.) Gone! Maladetta! Take care how you trifle with me.—(Todd is heard playing his concertina outside the window, at back)
Mari. Hah! (starts from her knees aside)—’Tis that unlucky stranger!
Jaco. After all, the bird has only fluttered a little way off.—(to Marietta) Go to the balcony.
Mari. Uncle!
Jaco. To the balcony! Your lover calls!
Mari. But he is not—
Jaco. Silence! and obey me? (Marietta goes to the balcony, C. The concertina ceases playing) Well?