Marquis. Why not, Sir? ( Angrily. )
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. )