Man. I would not move that luggage till you came.
(Pointing to certain things.)
De Mon. Move what thou wilt, and trouble me no more.
(Manuel, with the assistance of other Servants, sets about putting the things in order, and De Monfort remains sitting in a thoughtful posture.)
Enter Jerome, bearing wine, &c. on a salver. As he approaches De Monfort, Manuel pulls him by the sleeve.
Man. (Aside to Jerome.)
No, do not now; he will not be disturb'd.
Jer. What not to bid him welcome to my house,
And offer some refreshment?
Man.No, good Jerome.
Softly, a little while; I pri'thee do.
(Jerome walks softly on tip-toes, till he gets behind De Monfort, then peeping on one side to see his face.)
Jer. (Aside to Manuel.) Ah, Manuel, what an alter'd man is here!
His eyes are hollow, and his cheeks are pale—
He left this house a comely gentleman.
De Mon. Who whispers there?
Man.'Tis your old landlord, Sir.
Jer. I joy to see you here—I crave your pardon—
I fear I do intrude.—
