Look, hide yourself there!

(She points to the cranny under the sloping roof.)

Joseph (returning)
Are you alone, mademoiselle?

Pamela
No; for are not you here?

Joseph
I heard something like the voice of a man. The voice came from below.

Pamela
Nonsense, more likely it came from above--Look down the staircase--

Joseph
Oh! But I am sure--

Pamela
Nonsense. Leave me, sir; I wish to be alone.

Joseph
Alone, with a man's voice?

Pamela
I suppose you don't believe me?

Joseph
But I heard it plain enough.

Pamela
You heard nothing.

Joseph
Ah! Pamela!

Pamela
If you prefer to believe the sounds which you say reached your ears,
rather than the words I speak, you would make a very bad husband. That
is quite sufficient for me.

Joseph
That doesn't prove that I did not hear--

Pamela
Since I can't convince you, you can believe what you like. Yes! you
did hear a voice, the voice of a young man, who is in love with me,
and who does whatever I wish--He disappears when he is asked, and
comes when he is wanted. And now what are you waiting for? Do you
think that while he is here, your presence can be anything but
disagreeable to us? Go and ask my father and mother what his name is.
He must have told them when he came up stairs--he, and the voice you
heard.

Joseph
Mlle. Pamela, forgive a poor youth who is mad with love. It is not
only my heart that I have lost, but my head also, when I think of you.
I know that you are just as good as you are beautiful, I know that you
have in your soul more treasures of sweetness than you ever show, and
so I know that you are right, and were I to hear ten voices, were I to
see ten men here, I would care nothing about it. But one--

Pamela
Well, what of it?

Joseph
A single one--that is what wounds me. But I must be off; it seems
funny that I should have said all that to you. I know quite well that
there is no one here but you. Till we meet again, Mlle. Pamela; I am
going--I trust you.

Pamela (aside)
He evidently does not feel quite sure.

Joseph (aside)
There is some one here! I will run down and tell the whole matter to
her father and mother. (Aloud) Adieu, Mlle. Pamela. (Exit.)

SCENE SECOND

Pamela and Jules.

Pamela
M. Adolph, you see to what you are exposing me. That poor lad is a
work