CRI. What is it you want?
COUN. Where were you, you rascal?
CRI. In the street, Ma'am.
COUN. Why in the street?
CRI. You told me to go outside.
COUN. You are a rude little fellow, and you ought to know that outside
among people of quality, means the ante-room. Andrée, mind you ask my
equerry to flog this little rogue. He is an incorrigible little
wretch.
AND. Whom do you mean by your equerry, Ma'am? Is it Mr. Charles you
call by that name?
COUN. Be silent, impertinent girl! You can hardly open your month
without making some rude remark. (_To_ CRIQUET) Quick, some
seats; (_to_ ANDRÉE) and you, light two wax candles in my silver
candlesticks; it is getting late. What is it now? why do you look so
scared?
AND. Ma'am.
COUN. Well--Ma'am--what is the matter?
AND. It is that ...
COUN. What?
AND. I have no wax candles, but only dips.
COUN. The simpleton! And where are the wax candles I bought a few days
ago?
AND. I have seen none since I have been here.
COUN. Get out from my presence, rude girl. I will send you back to
your home again. Bring me a glass of water.