Mad. V. Oh! thank you, thank you, my lord, a thousand times. Now, I'll leave you to your dinner. Ah! how good of you to accept my poor gift. You have a noble heart. [Exit C.
Man. And a monstrous appetite. My kind, faithful Louise. Well, well, let us to dinner, since dinner there is. Come, come, here's life for another day or so, at least, and that's something.
DOCTOR and MADAME VAUBERGER heard without.
Des. Nonsense, nonsense; I don't believe a word of it.
Mad. V. I tell you sir, 'tis true; you might have seen it.
Des. [Entering.] But, confound it, woman--I didn't see it, and it was your business to tell me.
Mad. V. It wasn't.
Des. It was.
Man. What's the matter now?
Des. Matter enough! That stupid woman--
Man. Doctor, will you do me the pleasure to dine with me?
Des. My lord, you have don