it all--

_Mrs. Sul_. Better and better!--one touch more--come!

_Dor_. But then his looks--did you observe his eyes?

_Mrs. Sul_. Yes, yes, I did.--His eyes, well, what of his
eyes? {38}

_Dor_. Sprightly, but not wandering; they seemed to
view, but never gazed on anything but me.--And
then his looks so humble were, and yet so noble,
that they aimed to tell me that he could with pride
die at my feet, though he scorned slavery anywhere
else.

_Mrs. Sul_. The physic works purely!--How d' ye find
yourself now, my dear?

_Dor_. Hem! much better, my dear.--Oh, here comes our
Mercury!

_Enter Scrub_.

Well, Scrub, what news of the gentleman?

_Scrub_. Madam, I have brought you a packet of news.

_Dor_. Open it quickly, come. {51}

_Scrub_. In the first place I inquired who the gentleman
was; they told me he was a stranger. Secondly, I
asked what the gentleman was; they answered and
said, that they never saw him before. Thirdly, I
inquired what countryman he was; they replied,
'twas more than they knew. Fourthly, I demanded
whence he came; their answer was, they could not
tell. And, fifthly, I asked whither he went; and
they replied, they knew nothing of the matter,--and
this is all I could learn. {61}

_Mrs. Sul_. But what do the people say? can't they
guess?

_Scrub_. Why, some think he's a spy, some guess he's a
mountebank, some say one thing, some another:
but, for my own part, I believe he's a Jesuit.

_Dor_. A Jesuit! why a Jesuit?

_Scrub_. Because he keeps his horses always ready
saddled, and his footman talks French.

_Mrs. Sul_. His footman! {70}

_Scrub_. Ay, he and the count's footman were jabbering
French like two intriguing ducks in a mill-pond;
and I believe they talked of me, for they laughed
consumedly.

_Dor_. What sort of livery has the footman?

_Scrub_. Livery! Lord, madam, I took him for a captain,
he's so bedizzened with lace! And then he has
tops to his shoes, up to his mid leg, a silver-headed
cane dangling at his knuckles; he carries his
hands in his pockets just so--[_walks in the French
air_.--and has a fine long periwig tied up in a bag.
--Lord, madam, he's clear another sort of man
than I! {83}

_Mrs. Sul_. That may easily be.--But what shall we do
now, sister?

_Dor_. I have it--this fellow has a world of simplicity,
and some cunn