[_Covers it with kisses._ _Luc._ Give me my hand, sir, or else— _Cha._ Or else— _Luc._ Tell me your name. _Cha._ Shall I see your face? _Luc._ No, no! I cannot possibly— _Cha._ Madam, I implore you! I beseech you! _Eliz._ (_outside_). It’s me, mam. There’s no key. _Luc._ Elizabeth!—Get up at once, and return to your room, I implore you! _Cha._ Madam, I obey you; but— _Luc._ (_going towards door_). Thanks, sir, and don’t forget my lecture. _Cha._ (_entering his room_). In thinking of you, madam, I shall always remember it. [_Exit._ LUCY _opens door_. _Eliz._ (_entering_ 2 E. L.). Why, the key’s fallen out. (_Aside._) She’s been up to something, I know. [_Replaces it._ _Luc._ (_still upset_). You must be tired, Elizabeth. Go to bed, my good girl, go. [_Reseats herself, and takes up book._ _Eliz._ (_takes off tea things_). I tired! Oh, no, mum! (_Returns._) Surely thirty waltzes or quadrilles wouldn’t tire me much; and there’s only two hours to sleep. It’s not worth while going to bed: so, if you please, mum, I’ll sit up with you. [_Sits on sofa._ _Luc._ It must, then, be that nephew, the son of his sister, of whom Mr. Mortimer always avoided speaking to me. _Cha._ (_in next room, uneasy_). What on earth made her so anxious to know my name? _Luc._ At any rate, I have his promise: that’s some consolation. By the way, Elizabeth, did you know Mr. Mortimer’s nephew? _Eliz._ Well, yes,—little Charley Devereux. Oh, yes! I recollect; and I—I—(_falling asleep and dreaming_) thank you, sir: I don’t dance any more. _Cha._ And to think she’ll leave without my seeing her face! It’s abominable! [_Rises._ _Luc._ (_Looking at_ ELIZABETH). She’s asleep, poor thing! She’ll catch cold. [_Covers her with her cloak._ _Cha._ Ah, this window! Perhaps there’s a veranda. [_Goes to window._ _Luc._ How can I ascertain for certain that he is Mr. Mortimer’s nephew? I must know it somehow. _Cha._ No road here; perhaps by the other staircase. I shall just go in without knocking, as if I had forgotten; that’s it: here goes. [_Exit, slamming door._ _Luc._ That noise was in his room. I think he’s gone out. If I was certain that dressing-case he spoke of would tell me! (_At door._) Sir, Mr. King! No answer. What have I to fear? [_Enters room, closing door._