What, you are nervous, are you? I say, what letter is that? Who is it for?
SMOOTHLY.
Lud, Sir, I never read the direction, it's for the post.
CHARVILLE.
Why need you go out with it, then, when the letter-box is in the hall? Give it to me, and I'll put it in.
SMOOTHLY.
O Sir, that wo'n't take it to the place it is going to.
CHARVILLE.
Did you not tell me this moment that it is for the post?
SMOOTHLY.
Did I, Sir? I was wrong. Sir; I must take it myself.
CHARVILLE.
Come, come; no more waiting-maid prevarications! Give me the letter, I charge you, and I'll take it where it should go. Give me the letter this instant.
SMOOTHLY (giving it unwillingly).
There, Sir.
CHARVILLE (looking at the direction).
By heaven and earth just what I expected. (Sternly to her.) And you did not know to
