_Luc._ He’s got it! Why, he must have come in here, then; and—and—of course he saw Elizabeth with my cloak round her. I see. Ha, ha, ha! _Cha._ Confound her, she’s laughing! She laughs too as if she was only twenty. _Luc._ So, sir, you refuse to open the door? _Cha._ Quite impossible, madam. I’m gone, I’m a long way off, I’m on my road to Baden. _Luc._ Pleasant journey, sir. (_Aside._) It can’t be helped, I must have recourse to more violent means. [_Exit_ L. D. _Cha._ I verily believe she’s going to burst the door in: I’d better bolt. The devil! this is becoming serious. It almost reminds me of my adventure amongst the savages in Africa, where the daughter of a king, with rings in her nose, took a violent fancy to me. The king favored the marriage, and told me quietly that I had the choice, if I didn’t marry his daughter he’d eat me. I at once answered, “Your Majesty, I prefer to enter your family to your mouth; I’ll marry your daughter to-morrow.” And during the night I escaped to the coast. Let us do the same, and escape to the coast. [_Makes for door._ _Pri._ (_appearing at door drunk_). Miss Lucy Mortimer wishes to have the honor of seeing you, sir. _Cha._ Miss who, did you say? _Pri._ Well, sir, beg pardon, it’s your cousin’s uncle or your uncle’s cousin. _Cha._ Ask the lady to walk in, wretched man. _Pri._ (_announcing_ LUCY, _who is in_ ELIZABETH’S _cloak with a thick veil on_). Miss Lucy Mortimer. _Cha._ (_advancing, confused_). Madam, I thought I— _Luc._ (_speaking to him in a disguised voice, and throwing back veil_). Well, sir, what do you think of me? _Cha._ Ah, madam! Even the most confused man in the world could but confess that you are charming. (_Aside._) If my neighbor were only half as pretty! Charming is not the word; but, excuse me, you come here at five in the morning, and ask me what I think of you. Well, that’s all right, I suppose; but pardon me if I go further, and venture to ask in the most humble manner in the world a little question. _Luc._ (_same voice_). I’m listening. _Cha._ I scarcely know how to put it, but by what curious coincidence do you come to know my name? _Luc._ (_in ordinary voice_). Because, sir, I found out. (_Points to dressing-case._) Because it’s the name of a kind, frank, brave young fellow, whom I really don’t find too lazy for any thing, and whom I’ve also learned to know as too honorable to misinterpret. _Cha._ That voice! impossible. (_Points to_ L. H.) It can’t be you. Who could I have seen there just now? _Luc._ My maid, who was asleep whilst I was here, reading your name. _Cha._ Why, it’s like a dream. But your husband, madam— _Luc._ He too has gone to that land of rest. _Cha._ You are then— _Luc._ Miss Lucy Mortimer, your cousin, who can no longer retain the fortune that so justly belongs to you. _Cha._ (_confused_). But I absolutely refuse to—