Nan. Madam, here's a gentleman wants——
Rosa. My Lord Winlove himself!—Why didn't I wish sooner?
[Exit Nannette.
Enter Lord Winlove.
Lord W. My charming Rosa!
Rosa. Oh, my lord!
Lord W. My dear creature! how could you think of Fontainbleau, of all places—and at such a time too! so full of English, and fifty people that may know both you and me! Safer, as I advised you, waiting for me at Villeneuve, and, by a cross route, got to Paris.
Rosa. Nay, don't be angry with me! if I had remained at all in the village, the abbess might have discovered my retreat; for, though in my noviciate, I dare say, she's highly incensed at my escape.
Lord W. Your letter says, you got out of the convent in boy's clothes, ha! ha! ha!
Rosa. Yes; and I was e'en obliged to change them before I reached Fontainbleau. Oh, my lord! this is a wicked step of me!