Antonio. What's the matter with you?
Jerome. Sir, I was only—
Antonio. Only what? Leave the room.
Jerome. (Aside.) Well I thought the old Don would have found out a woman in any disguise. [Exit.
Antonio. My Lord, you may command my services and friendship, but I fear you will not rate them so highly as I could wish, as you must be debarred the acquaintance and society of my niece—You are no stranger to the vow she has taken?
Marquis. I am not—and yet I flatter myself the manner in which I am spoken of in these letters—
Antonio. Be certain, Sir, my niece shall receive them, urged with all my authority for an interview. Will your Lordship take a turn in the garden while I deliver them and enforce their contents?
Marquis. I will—and should you prove successful, Don Antonio, I shall ever retain the deepest sense of the obligation. [Exit Marquis.
Enter the COUNTESS.
Antonio. Niece, I was this moment coming to you, to bring you these letters from your uncle at Madrid, which you will find recommend, in the strongest manner, to your acquaintance, no other than the young Marquis our neighbour—as fine a youth as ever I saw.