(Jules disappears.) Pamela I thought I saw--I mean--I thought I heard a sound overhead. Just go into the garret. Some one perhaps has hidden there. You are not afraid, are you? Joseph No. Pamela Very well! Go up and search! Otherwise I shall be frightened for the whole night. Joseph I will go at once. I will climb over the roof if you like. (He passes through a narrow door that leads to the garret.) Pamela (follows him) Be quick! (Jules enters.) Ah! sir, what trouble you are giving me! Jules It is to save my life, and perhaps you will never regret it. You know how much I love you! (He kisses her hand.) Pamela I know that you have told me so; but you treat me-- Jules As my deliverer. Pamela You wrote to me--and your letter has filled me with trouble--I know neither who you are-- Joseph (from the outer room) Mademoiselle, I am in the garret. I have looked over the whole roof. Jules He is coming back--Where can I hide? Pamela But you must not stay here! Jules You wish to ruin me, Pamela! Pamela 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?