"You shall have an explanation instantly," replied the apprentice; "but think not of me—think only of your daughter."
"My father!—my father!" cried the damsel, who had been detained by Parravicin, taking off her mask, and rushing towards the grocer.
"Who then have I got?" cried Rochester.
"The piper's daughter, I'll be sworn," replied Etherege.
"You are right," replied Nizza, unmasking. "I changed dresses with Amabel, and hoped by so doing to accomplish her escape, but we have been baffled. However, as her father is here, it is of little consequence."
"Amabel," said the grocer, repulsing her, "before I receive you again, I must be assured that you have not been alone with the Earl of Rochester."
"She has not, sir," replied the apprentice. "Visit your displeasure on my head. I carried her off and would have wedded her."
"What motive had you for this strange conduct?" asked Bloundel, incredulously.
Before Leonard could answer, Pillichody stepped forward, and said to the grocer, "Mr. Bloundel, you are deceived—on the faith of a soldier you are."
"Peace, fool!" said Rochester, "I will not be outdone in generosity by an apprentice. Leonard Holt speaks the truth."