2d H. Anyone might think I had had intentions of going on the Creole to hear you talk.
3rd H. My boy, no. You know the Emperor is prescient; at least that his marvelous skill and intuition made him seem so.
2d H. I know that the Emperor is our man, long life to him!
ALL. Bravo!
2d H. That he is as just as he is powerful and as kind-hearted as he is strong! (enter Lizbette, sorting some herbs and singing in a moaning low voice.)
ALL. Bravo!
2d H. (pointing to Lizbette.) Who but the Emperor would allow a witch like that to roam the Island at liberty.
ALL. Three cheers for the Emperor! (exeunt hunters; Lizbette looks after them angrily.)
LIZ. Yo’ze sorry kase Marser Lafitte done change me fum a slave to a free ooman. Ne mine. I knows how to sarve ’im yit. I done fund out how to get p’mission to hep nuss dat purty young leddy,—to hep save her life. Good ting fe’ me, Fader Cuthbert uz done gone, kase ee woon’t a let me do it. (enter Baptiste.)
BAP. Good-day to you, Aun’ Lizbette.