They keep those rooms so hot. Quin, am I pale?
HARLEQUIN. Perhaps a little, my lord.
[From nowhere in particular Quin (Harle-Quin, you notice) produces the
Beau's morning chocolate, which Eglantine sips daintily.
EGLANTINE. What do I do to-day?
HARLEQUIN. At eight o'clock comes Mr. Talon.
EGLANTINE. A plaguy fellow, my attorney! And I have not slept a wink. What
does he want with us?
HARLEQUIN. Among other things your lordship's signature to the marriage
settlement.
EGLANTINE. Whose marriage settlement?
HARLEQUIN. At ten o'clock your lordship is to be married.
EGLANTINE. So I am! Heel-taps and Hymen's torches! so I am! Wonderful
fellow, you remember everything! But death of my waistcoats! Have I but two
hours to dress in? Not more. Begin on me ... begin.
HARLEQUIN. Pardon, my lord, the bell.
EGLANTINE. That's the man of law. Show him in. You can bring water in here
... my turban ... pantoufles.
[The door opens and in totters Pantaloon. You know him for Pantaloon,
as you knew him as Pantaloon for Charon, for all he's Mr.
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