Talon; but perhaps the
simple truth is, that I do not love her ladyship.
[And the song ceases.
HARLEQUIN. Pardon me, my lord; once more the bell!
[Quin disappears to answer it.
EGLANTINE. Gad, no more delays, or my bride will be kept waiting at the
Church.
PANTALOON. Listen to me, my lord. Pay these debts of hers in full, make
this settlement as you intend, and you are a pauper.
EGLANTINE. But yet a gentleman who has given his word and not broken it.
PANTALOON. You will at least allow me to postpone the payment of the
debts till you are safely married. Caution's our lawyer's trade mark. Her
ladyship might die, might change her mind at the very altar!
EGLANTINE. I will not allow you to cast a doubt either on her perfect
health or her perfect honour ... nor let the shadow of one rest on mine.
PANTALOON. But, my lord, why has she begged you keep your marrying secret
till to-day?
EGLANTINE. Perhaps she is not very proud of me, my dear Talon. It is
possible.
[Harlequin flashes through the doorway and announces .
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