Fl. ’Twas thus, my lady. As he ran down the stairs,
I bade him dout the lamp. I did not mean
That he should burn his hat.
D. (aside). What can this be?
It can’t have been Tristram.—Answer me, Flora:
Was it master Tristram visited you to-night?
Fl. Of course, my lady. I’d not deny it.
D. (aside).I see!
After all, only Tristram.—Came he alone?