Isabel. Yes, here they are—( Gives a packet of letters ) my maid has just brought them me.
Marquis. O with what joy I receive them—they are all right?—There will be no mistake I hope?—Nothing to make me appear ridiculous?—I would not appear ridiculous for the world.
Isabel. All is right—No, no.
Marquis. They are addressed to her uncle!
Isabel. Yes, because it will be far more delicate to be introduced through his means—but there is one enclosed to her.
Marquis. D'ye think she'll see me?
Isabel. Yes; I dare say—There is little doubt of it.
Inis. By my dream last night, I'd lay my life she will.
Marquis. Why, what did you dream?
Inis. I dreamt she ordered her servants to drag your Lordship by force out of the house, and duck you in the great fish-pond for a whole hour.