RACHEL [Looking at Ravensbane.] Have you noticed his bearing, Richard: what personal distinction! what inbred nobility! Every inch a true lord!
RICHARD He may be a lord, my dear, but he walks like a broomstick.
RACHEL How dare you! [Turns abruptly away; as she does so, a fold of her gown catches in a chair.]
DICKON [To Justice Merton.] A word, sir.
JUSTICE MERTON [Glancing up from the letter.] I am astonished—overpowered!
RAVENSBANE Mistress Rachel—permit me. [Stooping, he extricates the fold of her gown.]
RACHEL Oh, thank you. [They go aside together.]
RICHARD [To Mistress Merton.] So Lord Ravensbane and his family are old friends of yours?
MISTRESS MERTON [Monosyllabically.] I never heard the name before, Richard.
RICHARD Why! but I thought that your brother, the Justice—