DICKON Fie, fie, Gilly! Why, the brat is a lord now.
JUSTICE MERTON Oh, the disgrace! Spare me that, Dickon.
RICHARD [In a low voice to Rachel, who is talking in a fascinated manner to Ravensbane.] Are you mad?
RACHEL [Indifferently.] What is the matter? [Laughing, to Ravensbane.] Oh, your lordship is too witty!
JUSTICE MERTON [To Dickon.] After all, I was young then.
DICKON Quite so.
JUSTICE MERTON And she is innocent; she is already betrothed.
DICKON Twiddle-twaddle! Look at her eyes now! [Rachel is still telling Ravensbane’s fortune; and they are manifestly absorbed in each other.] ’Tis a brilliant match; besides, her ladyship’s heart is set upon it.
JUSTICE MERTON Her ladyship—?
DICKON The Marchioness of Rickby.