_Job._ Yes; for there's twenty times more excuse for you, when rank and education have helped a scoundrel to dazzle you. Come! [_Taking her Hand._ _Mary._ Come! where? _Job._ [_Impatiently._] To the Manor-house with me, directly. _Mary._ To the Manor-house! Oh, my dear father, think of what you are doing! think of me! _Job._ Of you!--I think of nothing else. I'll see you righted. Don't be terrified, child--damn it, you know I doat on you: but we are all equals in the eye of the law; and rot me, if I won't make a baronet's son shake in his shoes, for betraying a brazier's daughter. Come, love, come! _Exeunt JOB and MARY._ _Dennis._ There'll be a big boderation at the Manor-house! My customers are all gone, that I was to entertain:--nobody's left but my lambkin, who don't entertain me: Sir Simon's butler gives good Madeira:--so, I'm off, after the rest; and the Red Cow and mother Brulgruddery may take care of one another. [_Exit._ SCENE II. _Enter FRANK ROCHDALE._ _Frank._ Shuffleton's intelligence astonishes me!--So soon to throw herself into the arms of another!----and what could effect, even if time for perseverance had favoured him, such a person's success with her! _Enter SIR SIMON ROCHDALE._ _Sir Simon._ Why, Frank! I thought you were walking with Lady Caroline. _Frank._ No, sir. _Sir Simon._ Ha! I wish you would learn some of the gallantries of the present day from your friend, Tom Shuffleton:--but from being careless of coming up to the fashion, damn it, you go beyond it? for you neglect a woman three days before marriage, as much as half the Tom Shuffletons three months after it. _Frank._ As by entering into this marriage, sir, I shall perform the duties of a son, I hope you will do me the justice to suppose I shall not be basely negligent as a husband, _Sir Simon._ Frank, you're a fool; and---- _Enter a SERVANT._ Well, sir? _Serv._ A person, Sir Simon, says he wishes to see you on very urgent business. _Sir Simon._ And I have very urgent business, just now, with my steward. Who is the person? How did he come? _Serv._ On foot, Sir Simon. _Sir Simon._ Oh, let him wait. [_Exit SERVANT._ At all events, I can't see this person for these two hours.--I wish you would see him for me. _Frank._ Certainly, sir,--any thing is refuge to me, now, from the subject of matrimony. [_Aside, and going._ _Sir Simon._ But a word before you go. Damn it, my dear lad, why can't you perceive I am labouring this marriage for your good? We shall ennoble the Rochdales:--for, though my father,--your grandfather,--did some service in elections (_that_ made him a baronet), amassed property, and bought lands, and so on, yet, your great grandfather--Come here----your great grandfather was a miller. [_Half whispering._