Nan. But Miss Rosa wants me.
Lep. I vant you, and I am your maître—[Towards the Door.] you vant a gentilhomme, do you?—but, dere, madam, you may play vid your pincushion—vantrebleu! Aha; I am so fine and clever, I must ave somebody—Nannette, you come and kiss me.
Nan. Pooh! Nonsense!
Lep. Comment!
Nan. Lud, sir, what signifies your strutting about there like a jackdaw, and there's the foreman waiting to take home that suit of clothes on you.
[Exit.
Lep. So—I vas just now impertinent, and now I am jackdaw—fort bien!—de devil's in all de vomen about me to-day—[Knocking without.] Malpeste!—[Looking.] here is dat Lord Winlove returned again—By gar, he vill cut my throat—best hide a littel.
[Exit.
Enter Lord Winlove.
Lord W. No, I cannot drive her from my heart—let me not condemn her too hastily—I'll first know to a certainty who accompanied her from this house yesterday morning—My death, from that rencontre with Henry, is everywhere believed, and even a reward offered for apprehending him—Well, one comfort, I'm a living witness of his innocence—But now for his lovely sister—Ah, see where she sits! dissolved in grief and tears.