MUS. MAS. We are here only to await your leisure. MR. JOUR. I hope you will both stop till they have brought me my clothes, so that you may see me. DAN. MAS. As you please. MR. JOUR. You will see me equipped fashionably from head to foot. MUS. MAS. We have no doubt of it. MR. JOUR. I have had this dressing gown made for me. DAN. MAS. It is very handsome, MR. JOUR. My tailor told me that people of quality are dressed like this in the morning. MUS. MAS. It becomes you wonderfully well. MR. JOUR. Hullo! fellows! hullo! I say; my two lackeys, here! 1ST LACK. Do you want anything, Sir? MR. JOUR. No; it was only to see if you heard me readily. (_To the_ TWO MASTERS) What do you think of my liveries? DAN. MAS. They are magnificent. MR. JOUR. (_opening his gown, and showing his tight breeches of scarlet velvet, and a green velvet morning jacket which he is wearing_). This is a kind of deshabille to go about early in the morning. MUS. MAS. It is charming. MR. JOUR. I say! lackey! 1ST LACK. Sir. MR. JOUR. The other. 2ND LACK. Sir. MR. JOUR. (_taking off his dressing-gown_). Hold my dressing-gown. (_To the_ TWO MASTERS) Do you think I look well so? DAN. MAS. Perfectly well; nothing could be better. MR. JOUR. Now let us see a little of this affair of yours. MUS. MAS. I should like, first of all, for you to hear an air which he (_pointing to his_ PUPIL) has just composed for the serenade you asked of me. He is one of my pupils, who has an admirable talent for this kind of thing. MR. JOUR. Yes; but you should not have had it done by a pupil; you were not too good for the business yourself. MUS. MAS. You must not be deceived, Sir, by the name of pupil. These kind of pupils know sometimes as much as the greatest masters; and the air is as beautiful as possible. Only just listen to it. MR. JOUR. (_to his_ SERVANTS). Hand me my dressing-gown, so that may hear better.... Stay, I believe that I shall be better without.... No, give it me back again; that will be best. THE PUPIL All night and day I languish on; the sick man none can save Since those bright eyes have laid him low, to your stern laws a slave; If thus to those you love a meed of care you bring, What pain, fair Iris, will you find your foemen's hearts to wring? MR. JOUR. This song seems to me rather dismal; it sends one to sleep; could you not enliven it a bit here and there? MUS. MAS. We must, Sir, suit the air to the words. MR. JOUR. I was taught a very pretty one quite lately; stop a moment ... ahem ... What is it? How does it begin? DAN. MAS. Upon my word, Sir, I do not know. MR. JOUR. There is some lamb in it. DAN. MAS. Lamb? MR. JOUR. Yes, ah! I have it. (_He sings._) / When I had Jenny seen, I thought her kind as fair, I thought she'd gentler been Than lambkin on the green; But ah! but ah! she's far less mild, Far sterner, I declare, Than tigers are in forests wild. Now, isn't it pretty?