Antonio. Nay, no offence—Damn me if I should not like to command a whole regiment of you—and I would go upon some new achievements—For instance, say the enemy were Hotten-tots, I would undertake to poison them all by the scent of perfumes from my army—or in case of a repulse, would engage at any time to raise a mist, and escape pursuit, only by commanding every man to shake his head, and discharge the powder.
Marquis. Upon my word, Sir, you are very pleasant. (Forcing a smile.)
Antonio. I am very glad your Lordship thinks so.
Enter SERVANT.
Servant. (To Antonio.) Sir, you are wanted by a gentleman in the parlour.
Antonio. Pshaw—I'm busy—Who is it?—(Servant whispers.) Well then I must come. (Exit Servant.) My Lord I take my leave for a minute, but I shall soon be back. (Aside.) How like a man she looks—Impudent hussey. [Exit.
Marquis. Your uncle's behaviour, Madam, has something in it rather extraordinary—I hope I have not in any means offended him?
Countess. I can conceal my knowledge of her no longer. (Aside.) Oh no, my dear, not at all.
Marquis. My dear! (Aside.)
Countess. I declare I like you so well—so much better than I expected—I can no longer treat you with cold reserve—Come sit down. (They sit.)