Jenny. Look you there now, Madam.
Lady Wrong. Hold your tongue, I say.
Jenny. [Turning away and glowting.] I declare it, I won't bear it: she is always snubbing me before you, Sir!—--I know why she does it well enough——
[Aside to the Count.
Count Bas. Hush! hush, my dear! don't be uneasy at that! she'll suspect us.
[Aside.
Jenny. Let her suspect, what do I care——I don't know, but I have as much reason to suspect, as she—tho' perhaps I'm not so afraid of her.
Count Bas. [Aside.] I'gad, if I don't keep a tight hand on my tit here, she'll run away with my project before I can bring it to bear.
Lady Wrong. [Aside.] Perpetually hanging upon him! The young harlot is certainly in love with him; but I must not let them see I think so——and yet I can't bear it: Upon my life, Count, you'll spoil that forward girl——you should not encourage her so.
Count Bas. Pardon me, Madam, I was only advising her to observe what your Ladyship said to her.