(_Enter_ ST. LOUIS) _St. Louis._ Jarnie, Monsieur, I was going up de hide in de garret, and this stone come Pauf--here by my head. _Roger._ I'll go and speak to un, they'll give over for an honest Englishman, I warrant un. (_Exit_) _Lady Betty._ What a pack of Savages! _Jack._ They have no police; at Paris one of the Canaille dare not come within the Atmosphere of a Man of Condition--there, for sending forty Livres to the Lieutenant of the Police, a Man of Quality may run a Scoundrel thro' the Body. _Sir Robert._ Well, well, come let's in to dinner--Mr. Florid, and the French Gentleman are waiting for us. _Lady Betty._ Oh, I could not eat in this condition--I'll step upstairs to M'am'selle Harriet. (_Exit_) _Jack._ And I'll go up to my Toilette. _Wildfire._ No, no, you shall come and dine. _Sir Robert._ That's right, Lads, bring him along. (_Exeunt_) (_Enter_ ROGER _with a Tankard in his hand_) _Roger._ There, I gave un something to drink, and they've quiet. _Sideboard._ Young Master's greatly chang'd Roger. _Roger._ He is greatly chang'd indeed; here's my sarvice to you. _Sideboard._ He must have spent a great deal of Money abroad. _Roger._ Ay, ay, Sir Robert never stinted un for that. _Sideboard._ We were all in a sad way about him at one time. _Roger._ Ay, that was when the French Marquis run un thro' the Body; Lord help ye, I was in a sad Pucker--as sure as you are there I thought we had lost un--thoff he deserv'd it in part too. I'll tell you how it was. He was got one day bragging of his Amorous, I think they call it--and so some young thing was toasted--she was painted up to the Eyes, I warrant her--they all paint there Master Sideboard, like so many Dolls. _Sideboard._ So I have heard. _Roger._ Here's my sarvice to you--and so when the young woman was toasted, odds my Heart, what does the Squire, but says he, what signifies drinking she--I have had she; thoff he never had her atall Master Sideboard, a had not indeed. I have had she, says the Squire, give us a new face. Had she says the Marquis do you know she is my Sister? I know that says the Squire, and I lov'd her the better for it. And so the Marquis grew bloody angry and run un thro' the small Ribs--a did indeed. _Sideboard._ We were all afraid he would have died. _Roger._ Here's my sarvice to you, a wish a had never set a foot in their Country. I never had so much as a hearty meal while I was among un, excepten a Month or two in the beginning, when the Squire liv'd with some of his Country Folks in the Rue de Butchery--I think they call it. _Sideboard._ No place like our Country, I believe Roger, let 'em say what they will. _Roger._ You have hit it Master Sideboard, you have indeed. Dear Heart, they have such Laws there--why a poor Servant dare not give his Opinion there of the Government. _Sideboard._ No!