Marquis. They are addressed to her uncle!
Isabel. Yes, because it will be far more delicate to be introduced through his means—but there is one enclosed to her.
Marquis. D'ye think she'll see me?
Isabel. Yes; I dare say—There is little doubt of it.
Inis. By my dream last night, I'd lay my life she will.
Marquis. Why, what did you dream?
Inis. I dreamt she ordered her servants to drag your Lordship by force out of the house, and duck you in the great fish-pond for a whole hour.
Marquis. Is that a sign?—
Inis. O yes—Dreams always go by contraries.
Marquis. (Going, returns.) But I know she is so haughty and reserved, that, should she admit me, I shall appear confused and awkward.—