Flora.

I am discharged, Tristram, discharged. The Countess has discharged me for keeping company with you. And she has been crying too, to have to part with me. What ever will come to us?

T. What matters? I’ll cheer thee, girl. Look here! More money. There’s five pieces of gold: and all for carrying this letter to Sir Gregory. Where is he?

Fl. Who gave it you?

T. That Mr. Ricardo. It’s a mystery, Flora: but there’s something in it, I do believe.

Fl. Mr. Ricardo?

T. Ay. Who should he be that scatters gold, and seals with a crown, look! and says that he will find us new places, and all sorts of fine promises? A man that would flick me away whenever I came near him.

Fl. Did he, Tristram?

T. Ay, that he would. But I heard him say once that he came here for his cure. I take it he’s cured now; and he would make friends all on a sudden, and begs me kindly carry this to Sir Gregory. ’Tis his farewell, no doubt. He will go home, and take me with him.

Fl. And me too?

T. Not if you blubber. Where’s Sir Gregory?

Fl. I don’t know. The Countess has bid me go seek Lady Laura.

T. Come! I’ll with you as far as the library, where I think I should find the old gentleman.

[Exeunt.

Enter Diana.