Bowing foppishly to the falconers.
Count. Aunt!—ridiculous! My uncle had no wife. I've heard indeed, he had a consequential housekeeper, whose niece, Ulrica, I once saw.
Chris. What, you've seen Ulrica? So have I, my Lord: and though it's bold work, life's so short, and love's so ridgety, mayn't I——mayn't I see her again, my lord?
Count. What, you'd return? (Christopher nods assent.) Then go—go, and announce to marquis Alberti, that I shall visit him tonight. Mind, tonight! I will hear more of this new aunt of mine.
Chris. (with great glee.) Tonight, my lord? And you, and you—— [To the falconers.
Count. And all. And therefore, till we meet at Corbey Abbey, adieu, most noble cousin Christopher!
1st. and 2d. Falc. (bowing with ironical respect.) Adieu most noble nephew of the countess Roland!
Chris. Noble indeed! and give me money and a wife, see if I don't support nobility—I'll give such splendid entertainments——
Count. What, and like town-bred, ostentatious nobles; only to splendid company?
Chris. Certainly not, my lord; for your splendid company seldom invite again; and therefore I'll stick more to the trading line, where 'tis not giving dinners, but lending them, to be repaid at high bill of fare interest; and so, till we meet at Corbey, adieu, most noble cousin! [Exit.