Hern. The other lively.
Fel. Come, that sounds better. One can tackle her hand to hand, but the grave one one can only take a long shot at with the eyes.
Hern. Whichever it be, I should like to see you yourself hit one of these days, sir.
Fel. Me? The woman is not yet cast who will do that. If I meddle with these it is only because they lie so handy.
Hern. And handsome as well as handy!
Fel. Pooh! I wouldn’t climb a wall to pluck the finest fruit in the world. But hark! some one’s at the door. See who ’tis.
Enter Don Juan in travelling dress.
Juan. I, Felix, who seeing your door open, could not but walk in without further ado.
Fel. You know that it and my heart are ever open to you. Welcome, welcome, Don Juan! all the more welcome for being unexpected: for though I had heard we might one day have you back, I did not think to see you yet.