Alon. I know—enough—make not the matter worse by worse excuses. Give me the letter has been the cause of such unseemly conduct.
Eug. (aside). If it should be from one of them!
Clara (aside to Eugenia). Nothing I hope from your gallants.
Alon. (reads). ‘My dear nieces, this being the day of the Queen’s public entry, I have engaged a balcony, and will send my coach for you directly to come and see it with me.’ This, you see, nephew, is all your suspicions amount to! My cousin, Donna Violante, inviting my daughters to witness this august ceremony! If you still suspect; here, take it, and read it for yourself.
Torr. (after looking at the letter). I tell you what, uncle, if they wait till I’ve read it, they’ll not see the sight at all.
Alon. Why so?
Torr. Because I can’t read.
Alon. That this should be!
Torr. But that’s no matter neither. They can teach me before they go.
Alon. What, when it’s to-day? almost directly?