Chris. Whither would you go? why would you go?
Val. To call your servant to you.
Chris. She is here; what would you have with her?
Val. I mean your lover,—the man you came to meet.
Chris. Oh heavens! what lover? what man? I came to see no man but you, whom I had too long lost.
Val. You could not know that I was here.
Chris. Ask her; 'twas she that told me. [Points to Isabel.
Val. How could she know?
Chris. That you shall know hereafter.
Val. No, you thought me too far out of the way to disturb your assignation; and I assure you, madam, 'twas my ill-fortune, not my design: and that it may appear so, I do withdraw, as in all good breeding and civility I am obliged; for sure your wished-for lover's coming.