If any one were missing. Very well,
The Lady Hilda’s missing.
Flor.Foolish ape,
Dost thou infer—
Mous.I draw no inference.
I state the figures—add them for thyself.
Enter Hilda, still veiled; she gazes in amazement at Florian.
Hil. (aside). Merciful Heaven, restore me if I rave—
His form, his face, his voice!
Flor. (to Mousta).Base liar, know