_Bar._ Old and young, I see they'll allow me no peace. [_Aside._] Enough, enough, good Mr. Solomon. I am a soldier. I pay but few compliments, and require as few from others. _Sol._ I beg, my lord--We do live in the country to be sure, but we are acquainted with the reverence due to exalted personages. _Pet._ Yes--We are acquainted with exalted personages. _Bar._ What is to become of me?--Well, well, I hope we shall be better acquainted. You must know, Mr. Solomon, I intend to assist, for a couple of months at least, in attacking the well stocked cellars of Wintersen. _Sol._ Why not whole years, my lord?--Inexpressible would be the satisfaction of your humble servant. And, though I say it, well stocked indeed are our cellars. I have, in every respect, here managed matters in so frugal and provident a way, that his Right Honourable Excellency the Count, will be astonished. [_BARON yawns._] Extremely sorry it is not in my power to entertain your lordship. _Pet._ Extremely sorry. _Sol._ Where can Mrs. Haller have hid herself? _Bar._ Mrs. Haller! who is she? _Sol._ Why, who she is, I can't exactly tell your lordship. _Pet._ No, nor I. _Sol._ None of my correspondents give any account of her. She is here in the capacity of a kind of a superior housekeeper. Methinks, I hear her silver voice upon the stairs. I will have the honour of sending her to your lordship in an instant. _Bar._ Oh! don't trouble yourself. _Sol._ No trouble whatever! I remain, at all times, your honourable lordship's most obedient, humble, and devoted servant. [_Exit, bowing._ _Pet._ Devoted servant. [_Exit, bowing._ _Bar._ Now for a fresh plague. Now am I to be tormented by some chattering old ugly hag, till I am stunned with her noise and officious hospitality. Oh, patience! what a virtue art thou! _Enter MRS. HALLER, with a becoming curtsey. BARON rises, and returns a bow, in confusion._ [_Aside._] No, old she is not. [_Casts another glance at her._] No, by Jove, nor ugly. _Mrs. H._ I rejoice, my lord, in thus becoming acquainted with the brother of my benefactress. _Bar._ Madam, that title shall be doubly valuable to me, since it gives me an introduction equally to be rejoiced at. _Mrs. H._ [_Without attending to the compliment._] This lovely weather, then, has enticed the Count from the city? _Bar._ Not exactly that. You know him. Sunshine or clouds are to him alike, as long as eternal summer reigns in his own heart and family.