Cha. What! not a word? must I then beseech you in song?—
(Sings.)
Oh! let my voice persuasive
Penetrate to your inmost heart;
Oh! list to my prayer so plaintive,
Through the door that keeps us apart.
Luc. I consent, but upon one condition; and that is, that you explain to me how it is that a man can be too lazy to do any thing.
Cha. Very good; at least I will explain to you the meaning of this somewhat bad joke.
Luc. Sir, upon these conditions in a few moments I shall be prepared to meet you—in China.
Cha. Madam, in a few minutes I shall have the honor of presenting myself. (Goes to window, calling.) Mr. Red Lion, or Mr. White Horse!