_Con_. What's the matter? _Sus_. Only the whiteness o' the linin' as took my breath away, miss. It ain't no use turnin' of _it_ up: you'll look like a lady whatever you do to hide it. But never mind: that ain't no disgrace so long as you don't look down on the rest of us. There, miss! There you are--fit for a play! Come along; I'll take care of you. Lawks! I'm as good as a man--_I_ am! _Con_. Good-bye then, Mattie. _Mat_. Good-bye, miss. God bless you. _Exeunt_. END OF ACT III. ACT IV. SCENE.--_The Studio_. _Enter_ COL. G. _Walks about restless and eager_. _Col. G._ Thank heaven! If Bill has found Mr. Warren now,--_Exit_. _Enter_ WARREN. _War_. What can the fellow be up to? There's something odd about him--something I don't like--but it can't mean mischief when he sends for me. Where could Gervaise have picked him up?--Nobody here? _Re-enter_ COL. G. _and hurries to him with outstretched hand_. _Col. G._ My dear sir! I am greatly obliged to you. This is very kind. _War_. (_stepping back_) Excuse me.--I do not understand. _Col. G._ I beg your pardon. I ought to have explained. _War_. I believe something of the sort _is_ necessary. _Col. G._ You are my master's friend. _War_. I should be proud of the honour. Can I be of any service to him? _Col. G._ I believe I can trust you. I _will_ trust you--I am his father. _War_. Whose father? Belzebub's? _Col. G._ Arthur's--your friend Gervaise's. I am Sir Walter Gervaise. You must help me to help him. WARREN _regards him for a moment_. _War_. (_stiffly_) Sir Walter, I owe your son much--you nothing yet. I am _his_ friend. _Col. G._ There is not a moment to lose. Listen. An old man came about the place a few weeks ago, looking for his daughter. He has been got out of the way, but I have learned where he is: I want you to bring him. _War_. I would serve your son blindfold: _you_ must excuse me if I wish to understand first. _Col. G._ Arthur is in trouble. He has a secret.--God forgive me!--I feared it was a bad one. _War_. You don't know him as I do! _Col. G._ I know him now--and can help him. Only I can't _prove_ anything yet. I must have the old man. I've found his daughter, and suspect the villain: if I can bring the three together, all will come out, sure enough. The boy I sent for you will take you to the father. He will trust you, and come. (_Bell rings_.) I must go to Arthur now. _Exit_. _War_. What a strange old fellow! An officer--and disguise himself! _Enter_ BILL. _Bill_. Here you are, sir! _War_. No vast amount of information in that statement, my boy! _Bill_. Well, sir--here _I_ are, sir. _War_. That _is_ a trifle more to the point, though scarcely requiring mention. _Bill_. Then, here _we_ are, sir. _War_. That'll do--if you know what comes next? _Bill_. I do, sir. _War_. Go on, then. _Bill_. Here goes! Come along, sir. You'll have to take a bobby, though. _War_. We'll see about that. You go on. _Exeunt_.