Miss Hard. And are you sure he does not remember my face or person?
Maid. Certain of it.
Miss Hard. I vow, I thought so; for though we spoke for some time together, yet his fears were such, that he never once looked up during the interview. Indeed, if he had, my bonnet would have kept him from seeing me.
Maid. But what do you hope from keeping him in his mistake?
Miss Hard. In the first place I shall be seen, and that is no small advantage to a girl who brings her face to market. Then I shall, perhaps, make an acquaintance, and that's no small victory gained over one, who never addresses any but the wildest of her sex. But my chief aim is to take my gentleman off his guard, and, like an invisible champion of romance, examine the giant's force before I offer to combat.
Maid. But are you sure you can act your part, and disguise your voice, so that he may mistake that, as he has already mistaken your person?
Miss Hard. Never fear me. I think I have got the true bar-cant—Did your honour call?—Attend the Lion there.—Pipes and tobacco for the Angel.—The Lamb has been outrageous this half-hour.
Maid. It will do, madam. But he's here.
Exit Maid.
Enter Marlow.