[Doubtingly, and as if with a desire to be informed.
Cec. Too true!
Both. Ah these men! these men!
Landlady enters, and places a leg of mutton 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.