and shall have the appointment of his highness's establishment.
Let's go to him at once, and see if he be really this Admirable Crichton.

Gla. With all my heart;--but the dinner?

Beau. Always thinking of dinner! Hark ye, landlord; how far is it
to young Melnotte's cottage? I should like to see such a prodigy.

Land. Turn down the lane,--then strike across the common,--
and you will see his mother's cottage.

Beau. True, he lives with his mother.--[Aside.] We will not trust
to an old woman's discretion; better send for him hither.
I'll just step in and write a note. Come, Glavis.

Gla. Yes,--Beauseant, Glavis, and Co., manufacturers of princes,
wholesale and retail,--an uncommonly genteel line of business.
But why so grave?

Beau. You think only of the sport,--I of the revenge.
[Exeunt within the Inn.

SCENE III.

The interior of MELNOTTE'S cottage; flowers placed here and there;
a guitar on an oaken table, with a portfolio, etc.; a picture on an easel,
covered by a curtain; fencing foils crossed over the mantelpiece;
an attempt at refinement in site of the homeliness of the furniture, etc.;
a staircase to the right conducts to the upper story.