_Baroness_--I shall rush off to reassure your friend.

_Marquis_--They are not so anxious as all that. Tell me something of
them.

_Baroness_--But somebody's waiting in my carriage.

_Marquis_--I'll send to ask him up.

_Baroness_--But I'm not sure that you know him.

_Marquis_--His name?

_Baroness_--I met him by chance.

_Marquis_--And you brought him by chance. [_He rings_.] You are a mother
to me. [_To Dubois_.] You will find an ecclesiastic in Madame's
carriage. Tell him I'm much obliged for his kind alacrity, but I think I
won't die this morning.

_Baroness_--O Marquis! what would our friends say if they heard you?

_Marquis_--Bah! I'm the black sheep of the party, its spoiled child;
that's taken for granted. Dubois, you may say also that Madame begs the
Abbé to drive home, and to send her carriage back for her.

_Baroness_--Allow me--

_Marquis_--Go along, Dubois.--Now you are my prisoner.