Lady P. Yes, Sir—up, Sir!—Pray, Sir, vhat are your purtensions?
Count. (with great agitation) Madam!
Lady P. Who are you, Sir? Vhere do you come from? Who knows you? Vhat parish do you belong to?
Count. Madam, I am of a family known to history, known to Europe, known to the whole universe!
Lady P. Ah! I believes you are better known than trusted.
Count. The names of Conolly and Villars, Madam, never before were so degraded as they have been in my person.
Lady P. Oh! I makes no doubt but you are a person that vould degurade any name!
Count. Insult like what I have received from you, Madam, no man should utter and escape death—But you are—
Lady P. Vhat, Sir? Vhat am I, Sir?
Count. A woman.