Jenny:
I just heard his porters.
Bendish:
It's true but I was using them.
Jenny:
But why in a chaise? Were you ill?
Bendish: Me? No. I wanted to make them earn their wages. I lost my master at the Opera. I don't know what has become of him. I believe one of his friends brought him home.
Jenny:
Ah, I hear him. Assuredly it is he. Goodbye.
Bendish: Goodbye, my Princess. (exit Jenny) Pretty language. That's what you get from service—always learning something. My princess, my pretty lady, my little angel, my queen, my petite. Killing words like these and a few sighs, and behold, no more is needed to turn the heads of several ladies of my acquaintance.
(Enter Cadwell)
Cadwell: (laughing)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Bendish:
What's making you laugh so?
Cadwell: (still laughing)
Ah, ah, ha, ha.