[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.