You appear a good civil sort of man enough. (He bows.) I sent my servant over to request that you would not disturb me in the night—or the morning, as you call it. I have very weak health—am quite an invalid—your loud singing in the morning just opposite to my windows——
DICK—(eagerly.)
Ma'am, I—I'm very sorry; I ax your ladyship's pardon; I'll never sing no more above my breath, if you please.
JUSTINE.
Comment! c'est honnête, par exemple.
LADY AMARANTHE—(surprised.)
Then you did not tell my servant that you would sing louder than ever, in spite of me?
DICK.
Me, my Lady? I never said no such thing.