Cec. Too true!
Both. Ah, these men! these men!
Landlady enters, and places a leg of mut'on on the table, with sour krout and prune sauce—then a small dish of black puddings. Cecilia and Matilda appear to take no notice of her.
Mat. Oh, Casimere!
Cec. [aside.] Casimere! that name! Oh, my heart, how it is distracted with anxiety.
Mat. Heavens! Madam, you turn pale.
Cec. Nothing—a slight megrim—with your leave, I will retire.
Mat. I will attend you.
[Exeunt Matilda and Cecilia. Manent Landlady
and Waiter with the dinner on the table.