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the deluded Livia. By my faith he has a specious appearance! and the young fool looks at him too, as she would not look at a worthier man, whose merit might be tarnished with a few grains of modesty.

Enter and, followed by  carrying a basket filled with fiowers.

Dart. (to Liv.) Permit me, Madam, to pay you my profound homage.

Liv. You are welcome here, Chevalier: what accident procures me this pleasure? (aside to Count.) He'll make one more at our midnight revel in the grotto.

Vald. (aside with some chagrin.) Are there not enow of us?

Dart. Being in this part of the country on military duty, I could not resist the pleasure of paying my respects at the castle: and I honestly confess I had a secondary motive for my visit, expecting to find amongst your guests, my old friend and school-fellow Antonio.

Liv. Baron de Bertrand, you mean. He was here yesterday, but I really forget whether he went away or remained in the evening. (Affecting to yawn.) Is he with us, or not, Count?

Walt. (aside to Dart.) Meet me by-and-by in my chamber. My tongue is unruly, and I had better go while I can keep it between my teeth. [.