May not this Dobbins, or some other, spy Edgar in Harold? Well then, I must make her Love Harold first, and then she will forgive Edgar for Harold's sake. She said herself She would forgive him, by-and-by, not now-- For her own sake _then_, if not for mine--not now-- But by-and-by. _Enter_ DOBSON _behind_. DOBSON. By-and-by--eh, lad, dosta knaw this paäper? Ye dropt it upo' the road. 'Philip Edgar, Esq.' Ay, you be a pretty squire. I ha' fun' ye out, I hev. Eh, lad, dosta knaw what tha meäns wi' by-and-by? Fur if ye be goin' to sarve our Dora as ye sarved our Eva--then, by-and-by, if she weänt listen to me when I be a-tryin' to saäve 'er--if she weänt--look to thysen, for, by the Lord, I'd think na moor o' maäkin' an end o' tha nor a carrion craw--noä--thaw they hanged ma at 'Size fur it. HAROLD. Dobbins, I think! DOBSON. I beänt Dobbins. HAROLD. Nor am I Edgar, my good fellow. DOBSON. Tha lies! What hasta been saäyin' to _my_ Dora? HAROLD. I have been telling her of the death of one Philip Edgar of Toft Hall, Somerset. DOBSON. Tha lies! HAROLD (_pulling out a newspaper_). Well, my man, it seems that you can read. Look there--under the deaths. DOBSON. 'O' the 17th, Philip Edgar, o' Toft Hall, Soomerset.' How coom thou to be sa like 'im, then? HAROLD. Naturally enough; for I am closely related to the dead man's family. DOBSON. An 'ow coom thou by the letter to 'im? HAROLD. Naturally again; for as I used to transact all his business for him, I had to look over his letters. Now then, see these (_takes out letters_). Half a score of them, all directed to me--Harold. DOBSON. 'Arold! 'Arold! 'Arold, so they be. HAROLD. My name is Harold! Good day, Dobbins! [_Exit_. DOBSON. 'Arold! The feller's cleän daäzed, an' maäzed, an' maäted, an' muddled ma. Deäd! It mun be true, fur it wur i' print as black as owt. Naäay, but 'Good daäy, Dobbins.' Why, that wur the very twang on 'im. Eh, lad, but whether thou be Hedgar, or Hedgar's business man, thou hesn't naw business 'ere wi' _my_ Dora, as I knaws on, an' whether thou calls thysen Hedgar or Harold, if thou stick to she I'll stick to thee-- stick to tha like a weasel to a rabbit, I will. Ay! and I'd like to shoot tha like a rabbit an' all. 'Good daäy, Dobbins.' Dang tha! ACT III. SCENE.--_A room in_ STEER'S _House. Door leading into bedroom at the back_. DORA (_ringing a handbell_). Milly! _Enter_ MILLY. MILLY. The little 'ymn? Yeäs, Miss; but I wur so ta'en up wi' leädin' the owd man about all the blessed murnin' 'at I ha' nobbut larned mysen haäfe on it. 'O man, forgive thy mortal foe, Nor ever strike him blow for blow; For all the souls on earth that live To be forgiven must forgive. Forgive him seventy times and seven: For all the blessed souls in Heaven Are both forgivers and forgiven.' But I'll git the book ageän, and larn mysen the rest, and saäy it to ye afoor dark; ye ringed fur that, Miss, didn't ye?