Marquis. ( aside while Antonio reads. ) Heavens, whence this palpitation? If such are the feelings of my bosom on knowing myself in the same house with her, what must be my agitation on a nearer approach!
Antonio. My letters inform me it is the Marquis who does me the honour of this visit—My Lord, your Lordship—
Jerome. Ha, ha, ha.
Antonio. What's the matter with you?
Jerome. Sir, I was only—
Antonio. Only what? Leave the room.
Jerome. ( Aside. ) Well I thought the old Don would have found out a woman in any disguise. [ Exit.
Antonio. My Lord, you may command my services and friendship, but I fear you will not rate them so highly as I could wish, as you must be debarred the acquaintance and society of my niece—You are no stranger to the vow she has taken?
Marquis. I am not—and yet I flatter myself the manner in which I am spoken of in these letters—
Antonio. Be certain, Sir, my niece shall receive them, urged with all my authority for an interview. Will your Lordship take a turn in the garden while I deliver them and enforce their contents?