Flora. (from a door.) Oh that she would but turn this way, that I might see her face—Oh the impudent slut.
Enter JEROME with a grin on his face.
Jerome. Noble Lord, Don Antonio will be here immediately. (Then laughs and stares at him from head to foot.) Here he is.
Enter ANTONIO.
(The Marquis bows very respectfully whilst Jerome is laughing and making faces behind.)
Marquis. Letters, my Lord, from your brother at Madrid.
Antonio. Signior. (Taking the letters.)
Marquis. (aside while Antonio reads.) Heavens, whence this palpitation? If such are the feelings of my bosom on knowing myself in the same house with her, what must be my agitation on a nearer approach!
Antonio. My letters inform me it is the Marquis who does me the honour of this visit—My Lord, your Lordship—
Jerome. Ha, ha, ha.