Flora. No—it must be a man.
Carlos. My charming—
Flora. For Heaven's sake go about your business, for here comes a fellow-servant of mine.
Carlos. I am going into the grove, will you come there presently?
Flora. Yes—perhaps I may—only begone now.
Carlos. But you'll come?
Flora. Yes—I think I will.
Carlos. I shall wait for you. [Exit.
Enter URSULA.
Ursula. So, Mrs. Flora, I give you joy of your new sweetheart—For shame, for shame, I saw what passed.