RAVENSBANE Mistress Rachel!
RACHEL Your lordship! [Dickon returns the pipe.]
MISTRESS MERTON A pipe! Gilead!—in the parlour! [Justice Merton frowns silence.]
JUSTICE MERTON Your lordship—ahem!—has just arrived in town?
DICKON From London, via New Amsterdam.
RICHARD [Aside.] Is he staring at you? Are you ill, Rachel?
RACHEL [Indifferently.] What?
JUSTICE MERTON Lord Ravensbane honours my humble roof.
DICKON [Touches Ravensbane’s arm.] Your lordship—“roof.”
RAVENSBANE [Starting, turns to Merton.] Nay, sir, the roof of my father’s oldest friend bestows generous hospitality upon his only son.