Gag. Madam, there's a Paris chaise stopped, and the master of the Lily of France has got hold of them already.
Mrs. Casey. Then he shall soon quit his hold, that he shall, as sure as my name is Casey.—Bob, do you go and try to bring them this way, and I'll go see the rooms prepared myself. [Goes to the Door.] Ah, my dearee, I wish I had a husband!
[Exeunt Mrs. Casey and Gagger.
Lack. [Looking.] An English officer.
[Retires.
Enter Henry and French Postboy.
Henry. There—[Throws Money into the Boy's Hat, who is discontented.] never satisfied!
Postb. Monsieur, c'est toût poste royale, de Paris jusqu'a Fontainbleau.
Henry. Oh, double postage for the horses! Ay, ay, if we approach a mansion of the grand monarque, we must pay for it.—Seven posts.
[Gives more Money.