_Enter CHIGNON, and makes a sign to SIR CLEMENT, that the Person he inquired after is coming._ _Sir C._ Leave her with this gentleman----Come, monsieur, you shall show me the new room. [_Exit._ _Chignon._ [_Aside._] Vid dis gentleman--Vid all my heart--La Tiffany vill answer his purpose, and mine too. [_Exit._ [_CLIFFORD is looking at the Furniture of the Room._ _Enter TIFFANY._ _Tiff._ What does the Frenchman mean by gentlemen wanting me, and his gibberish of making soft eyes----I hope I know the exercise of my eyes without his instruction--hah! I vow, a clever looking man. _Cliff._ 'Faith, a pretty attracting countenance--but for that apprehensive and timid look--that awe impressing modesty, my friend so forcibly described. [_TIFFANY adjusts herself, and pulls up._]--[_Aside._] Her silence marks diffidence; deuce take me if I know how to begin, for fear of offending her reserve. _Tiff._ [_Aside._] I have been told pertness became me--I'll try, I'm resolved. [_To him._] I hear, sir, you had something to say to a young person in this house--that--that--[_Looking down at the same time archly._] I could not but take the description to myself--I am ready to hear any thing a gentleman has to say. _Cliff._ [_Aside._] Thank my stars, my scruples are relieved! _Tiff._ Am I mistaken, sir? Pray, whom was you inquiring after? _Cliff._ Oh! certainly you, my pretty stranger. A friend of mine has been robbed of his heart, and I see the felony in your looks. Will you confess, or must I arrest you? _Tiff._ Innocent, sir, in fact, but not quite so in inclination--I hope your own is safe? _Cliff._ And were it not, my smart unconscionable, would you run away with that also? _Tiff._ Oh, yes, and a hundred more; and melt them all down together, as the Jews do stolen goods, to prevent their being reclaimed. _Cliff._ [_Aside._] Astonishing! Have I hit upon the moment when her fancy outruns her art! But are you really the young lady, that's admitted into this family, as companion to Miss Alscrip? _Tiff._ Sir, if you mean the young lady, who, however undeservingly, is flatteringly called the flower of this family--who sometimes extracts notice from these windows; and to be sure has been followed home by gentlemen against her inclinations--sir, you are not mistaken. _Cliff._ [_Aside._] Sure it has been Gayville's madness or amusement then to describe her by contraries. _Tiff._ I hope, sir, you are not offended? I would not be impertinent, though I am not so tasteless as to be shy. _Cliff._ Offended, my dear? I am quite charmed, I assure you. And so without further shyness on either part, let us be free upon the subject I had to talk over with you. You surely are not looking to lasting connexions?