Dam. I beg your pardon, will you allow me to enter?
Miss Mac. I don’t know that I shall, sir—one of your sex has committed sufficient mischief here already!
Dam. (To MISS MACAW.) Don’t be afraid of me—you are perfectly out of harm’s way. (To CHESTER.) As my business is with you, sir, perhaps you will step out to me.
Miss Mea. Oh, sir—pray come in, sir.
Dam. (Advancing.) Mr. Niggle, the gentleman with whom you saw me yesterday, is my friend.
Che. Well, sir?
Dam. There are strange tales about, respecting you, sir; and that female with whom you were discovered in close conversation yesterday—and, in behalf of my friend, sir, I am here to ask you in plain language, who you are?
Che. It can be of little consequence to you sir, who, or what I am.
Miss Mea. A lady! Were you in conversation with a lady yesterday? What lady?
Dam. Ah, you may well ask. If that person is a stranger here, madam, whatever may be his intentions, look to him! My friend shall not fall a victim to the arts of a designing woman! You understand me—I can see the likeness between you—precisely the same circumventing countenance!