I should not like such a servant.

JUST.
Well, well, pardon the expression! There is a note from my master to
your mistress--her ladyship--his sister, wasn't it?--sister.

FRAN.
Give it me!
(Snatches it from his hand.)

JUST.
You will be so good, my master begs, as to deliver it. Afterwards you
will be so good, my master begs, as not to think I ask for anything!

FRAN.
Well?

JUST.
My master understands how to manage the affair. He knows that the way
to the young lady is through her maid, methinks. The maid will
therefore be so good, my master begs, as to let him know whether he
may not have the pleasure of speaking with the maid for a quarter of
an hour.

FRAN.
With me?

JUST.
Pardon me, if I do not give you your right title. Yes, with you. Only
for one quarter of an hour; but alone, quite alone, in private tete-a-