_Susan_. Haven't you heard? it's all come out! Mrs. Guesswell, the parson's widow, has been here about it. I overheard her talking in confidence to Mrs. Setter and Mrs. Pointer, and she says they were holding a sort of a _cummitty_ about it. _Both_. What? What? _Susan_. There can't be a doubt of it, she says, what from his _figger_ and the appearance he cuts, and his _sumpshous_ way of living, and above all from the remarkable circumstance that his surname should begin with an H., that he must be-- _Both_. Well, well-- _Susan_. Neither more nor less than the Prince. _Both_. Prince! _Susan_. The Prince of Hessey-Cassel in disguise. _Both_. Very likely, very likely. _Susan_. Oh, there can't be a doubt on it. Mrs. Guesswell says she knows it. _1st Waiter_. Now if we could be sure that the Prince of Hessy what-do-you-call-him was in England on his travels. _2d Waiter_. Get a newspaper. Look in the newspapers. _Susan_. Fiddle of the newspapers; who else can it be? _Both_. That is very true (_gravely_). _Enter_ LANDLORD. _Landlord_. Here, Susan, James, Philip, where are you all? The London coach is come in, and there is Mr. Fillaside, the fat passenger, has been bawling for somebody to help him off with his boots. [_The Chambermaid and Waiters slip out_. (_Solus_.) The house is turned upside down since the strange gentleman came into it. Nothing but guessing and speculating, and speculating and guessing; waiters and chambermaids getting into corners and speculating; hostlers and stable-boys speculating in the yard; I believe the very horses in the stable are speculating too, for there they stand in a musing posture, nothing for them to eat, and not seeming to care whether they have anything or no; and after all what does it signify? I hate such curious--odso, I must take this box up into his bedroom--he charged me to see to it myself;--I hate such inquisitive--I wonder what is in it--it feels heavy; (_reads_) "Leases, title-deeds, wills." Here now a man might satisfy his curiosity at once. Deeds must have names to them, so must leases and wills. But I wouldn't--no I wouldn't--it is a pretty box too--prettily dovetailed--I admire the fashion of it much. But I'd cut my fingers off, before I'd do such a dirty--what have I to do--curse the keys, how they rattle!--rattle in one's pockets--the keys and the half-pence (_takes out a bunch and plays with them_). I wonder if any of these would fit; one might just try them, but I wouldn't lift up the lid if they did. Oh no, what should I be the richer for knowing? (_All this time he tries the keys one by one._) What's his name to me? a thousand names begin with an H. I hate people that are always prying, poking and prying into things,--thrusting their finger into one place--a mighty little hole this--and their keys into another. Oh Lord! little rusty fits it! but what is that to me? I wouldn't go to--no, no--but it is odd little