Bendish: I said nothing, sir. It was Charlotte. (pulling from his pocket a pair of gloves and presenting them to Cadwell) Still, she gave me a pair of gloves to oblige you to go there. (The Petite Chevalier appears) Wait --here's her nephew who has come to fetch you without a doubt. (Enter the Little Gentleman) L. Gent.: Eh! Good day my friend. Cadwell: Eh: Good day child. Where are you going? L. Gent.: I've come to see you. Are you angry about it? Cadwell: No, not at all. Hold on then. L. Gent.: I intend to kiss you. Cadwell: (embracing him) Here's the way it's done. L. Gent.: (embracing Cadwell a second time) And for my aunt, don't I get one? Cadwell: (retiring) Well--is it enough? Fie then, little trickster, you've ruined my wig. L. Gent.: Yes, that's true. I made a big booboo. (to Bendish) Eh. Good day, Bendish. (presenting his hand to Bendish) Touch that. Bendish: (touching his hand) That's how it is done. Cadwell: Give him a seat. L. Gent.: No. I don't know how to stay seated. Bendish: (to Cadwell) Can he be trusted? Cadwell: (to Little Gentleman) Come here. L. Gent.: (throwing Cadwell's wig on the floor) Well? Cadwell: What a villain to father a child like this! Isn't it time to grow wise? L. Gent.: And you who are much larger than I? My aunt says you are not very wise. Cadwell: Your aunt is crazy. Was it she who sent you here? L. Gent.: She bet me half a crown that I wouldn't dare to come here to see if you were home. Cadwell: You made a bet? L. Gent.: Certainly. Bendish: (aside) Plague. He knows. The little gossip has got him. Cadwell: (grabbing the Little Gentleman's nose) What have you got there? (making him take some tobacco) There. L. Gent.: Ah, fie! Plague on the villain and his tobacco. Hold on, you will see if I don't tell my aunt. Cadwell: Will you shut up? L. Gent.: Why'd you make me take tobacco then? Cadwell: Peace. L. Gent.: If I don't make my aunt scold you. Cadwell: Little gallows bird. L. Gent.: Patience.-- You call my aunt crazy? Cadwell: Bendish. Bendish: Sir? L. Gent.: When my aunt knows-- Cadwell: Shut his mouth. He cries like a little demon. L. Gent.: I will tell all this to my aunt. Bendish: Still? Cadwell: Bring him to me. (Bendish marches the little Gentleman to Cadwell) My poor little man, I beg you. Don't make so much noise. L. Gent.: You will see with your tobacco. Cadwell: Well, I won't give you anymore. L. Gent.: If you hadn't done that I would have told you something. Cadwell: What? L. Gent.: No, you'll never know. Cadwell: I beg you. L. Gent.: No. Cadwell: My little dear. L. Gent.: No. Cadwell: Eh. The little animal doesn't see that I'm mocking him and that I know everything he intends to tell me. L. Gent.: Yes? Do you know that my aunt told me to come here and to bring you to her, and that she told me to make it appear as if it came from me? But because of your tobacco you will know nothing. I know how to punish you.