Well, will the justice do a man the favour to do his duty? Will he see me? _Simon._ Come into the room next his libery. A stranger, who's with young master, ha' been waiting for un, longer nor you; but I'll get you in first. _Job._ I don't know, that that's quite fair to the other. _Simon._ Ees, it be; for t'other didn't give I half a crown. _Job._ Then, stay till I come back, Mary.--I see, my man, when you take a bribe, you are scrupulous enough to do your work for it; for which, I hope, somebody may duck you with one hand, and rub you dry with the other. Kindness and honesty, for kindness and honesty's sake, is the true coin; but many a one, like you, is content to be a passable Birmingham halfpenny. [_Exeunt JOB THORNBERRY and SIMON._ _Mary._ I wished to come to this house in the morning, and now I would give the world to be out of it. Hark! here's somebody! Oh, mercy on me, 'tis he himself! What will become of me! [_Retires towards the Back of the Scene._ _Enter FRANK ROCHDALE._ _Frank._ My father, then, shall see this visitor, whatever be the event. I will prepare him for the interview, and---- [_Sees MARY._] Good Heaven! why--why are you here? _Mary._ [_Advancing to him eagerly._] I don't come willingly to trouble you; I don't, indeed! _Frank._ What motive, Mary, has brought you to this house? and who is the stranger under whose protection you have placed yourself, at the house on the heath? Surely you cannot love him! _Mary._ I hope I do. _Frank._ You hope you do! _Mary._ Yes; for I think he saved my life this morning, when I was struggling with the robber, who threatened to kill me. _Frank._ And had you taken no guide with you, Mary?--no protector? _Mary._ I was thinking too much of one, who promised to be my protector always, to think of any other. _Frank._ Mary----I----I----'twas I, then, it seems who brought your life into such hazard. _Mary._ I hope I haven't said any thing to make you unhappy. _Frank._ Nothing, my dearest Mary, nothing. I know it is not in your nature even to whisper a reproof. Yet, I sent a friend, with full power from me, to give you the amplest protection. _Mary._ I know you did:--and he gave me a letter, that I might be protected, when I got to London. _Frank._ Why, then, commit yourself to the care of a stranger? _Mary._ Because the stranger read the direction of the letter--here it is, [_Taking it from her Pocket._] and said your friend was treacherous. _Frank._ [_Looking at the Letter._] Villain! _Mary._ Did he intend to lead me into a snare then? _Frank._ Let me keep this letter.--I may have been deceived in the person I sent to you, but--damn his rascality! [_Aside._] But, could you think me base enough to leave you, unsheltered? I had torn you from your home,--with anguish I confess it--but I would have provided you another home, which want should not have assailed. Would this stranger bring you better comfort?