DICKON [Aside, as he passes Ravensbane.] Remember, Jack! Puff, puff!
RACHEL [To Ravensbane, who stretches out his hand to her with a gesture of entreaty to stay.] Your lordship is to be my guest. [Courtesying.] Till we meet again!
DICKON [To Rachel.] May I sharpen your quill? [Exeunt.]
RAVENSBANE [Faintly, looking after her.] Till—we—meet—again!
JUSTICE MERTON [Low and vehement to Ravensbane.] Impostor!
RAVENSBANE [Still staring at the door.] She is gone.
JUSTICE MERTON You at least shall not play the lord and master to my face.
RAVENSBANE Quite—gone!
JUSTICE MERTON I know with whom I have to deal. If I be any judge of my own flesh and blood—permit me—you shall quail before me.