Jerome. Yes. ( still suppressing a laugh. ) And he'll be very glad to wait upon your Honour.
[ Laughs right out and exit.
Marquis. A strange fellow this—How my heart beats!
Flora. ( from a door. ) Oh that she would but turn this way, that I might see her face—Oh the impudent slut.
Enter JEROME with a grin on his face.
Jerome. Noble Lord, Don Antonio will be here immediately. ( Then laughs and stares at him from head to foot. ) Here he is.
Enter ANTONIO.
( The Marquis bows very respectfully whilst Jerome is laughing and making faces behind. )
Marquis. Letters, my Lord, from your brother at Madrid.
Antonio. Signior. ( Taking the letters. )