Chris. Indeed I do not; you are mistaken, sir.
Ran. Confirm me by a smile then, madam; remove that cloud, which makes me apprehend foul weather. [Goes to take off her mask.]—Mr. Vincent, pray retire; 'tis you keep on the lady's mask, and no displeasure which she has for me.—Yet, madam, you need not distrust his honour or his faith.—But do not keep the lady under constraint; pray leave us a little, Master Vincent.
Chris. You must not leave us, sir; would you leave me with a stranger?
Val. How's that! [Aside.
Ran. [Aside.] I've done amiss, I find, to bring her hither.—Madam, I understand you—[Apart to Christina.
Chris. Sir, I do not understand you.
Ran. You would not be known to Mr. Vincent.
Chris. 'Tis your acquaintance I would avoid.
Ran. [Aside.] Dull brute that I was, to bring her hither!—I have found my error, madam; give me but a new appointment, where I may meet you by and by, and straight I will withdraw as if I knew you not. [Softly to her.