Flora. Here comes the old Gentleman!
Jerome. Then I must go, for he'll be wanting to say something to you—he is for ever running after all the maids—I am sorry to leave you—I am, indeed, Flora; indeed I am—Oh it would be a happy thing for me if I could bring myself to care as little for the women, as my Lady does for the men. [ Exit Jerome.
Flora. A fine sweetheart, truly, I have got—and if this old fright proves another, I'll be even with him.
Enter Antonio— She courtesys
Antonio. Hah!—what!—what is all this!—what have we here?—what have we here?—a pretty girl—a very pretty girl indeed!—My niece's new maid, I suppose—Aye, aye, I had the other sent about her business—She must be like her mistress forsooth, and have nothing to say to a man—( going up to Flora ) My dear, come this way—I think your's is a new face—
Flora. Yes, Sir—and I think your's is an old one.
Antonio. Hem—hem.—Pray what is your name?
Flora. A very good name—and I intend never to change it for a bad one.—
Antonio. Look in my face—What do you blush for?
Flora. For you.