[Exit L. D.
Cha. I verily believe she’s going to burst the door in: I’d better bolt. The devil! this is becoming serious. It almost reminds me of my adventure amongst the savages in Africa, where the daughter of a king, with rings in her nose, took a violent fancy to me. The king favored the marriage, and told me quietly that I had the choice, if I didn’t marry his daughter he’d eat me. I at once answered, “Your Majesty, I prefer to enter your family to your mouth; I’ll marry your daughter to-morrow.” And during the night I escaped to the coast. Let us do the same, and escape to the coast.
[Makes for door.
Pri. (appearing at door drunk). Miss Lucy Mortimer wishes to have the honor of seeing you, sir.
Cha. Miss who, did you say?
Pri. Well, sir, beg pardon, it’s your cousin’s uncle or your uncle’s cousin.
Cha. Ask the lady to walk in, wretched man.
Pri. (announcing Lucy, who is in Elizabeth’s cloak with a thick veil on). Miss Lucy Mortimer.
Cha. (advancing, confused). Madam, I thought I—
Luc. (speaking to him in a disguised voice, and throwing back veil). Well, sir, what do you think of me?