MARLOW. Yes, my dear. There’s Mrs. Mantrap, Lady Betty Blackleg, the Countess of Sligo, Mrs. Langhorns, old Miss Biddy Buckskin, and your humble servant, keep up the spirit of the place. MISS HARDCASTLE. Then it’s a very merry place, I suppose? MARLOW. Yes, as merry as cards, supper, wine, and old women can make us. MISS HARDCASTLE. And their agreeable Rattle, ha! ha! ha! MARLOW. (Aside.) Egad! I don’t quite like this chit. She looks knowing, methinks. You laugh, child? MISS HARDCASTLE. I can’t but laugh, to think what time they all have for minding their work or their family. MARLOW. (Aside.) All’s well; she don’t laugh at me. (To her.) Do you ever work, child? MISS HARDCASTLE. Ay, sure. There’s not a screen or quilt in the whole house but what can bear witness to that. MARLOW. Odso! then you must show me your embroidery. I embroider and draw patterns myself a little. If you want a judge of your work, you must apply to me. (Seizing her hand.) MISS HARDCASTLE. Ay, but the colours do not look well by candlelight. You shall see all in the morning. (Struggling.) MARLOW. And why not now, my angel? Such beauty fires beyond the power of resistance.--Pshaw! the father here! My old luck: I never nicked seven that I did not throw ames ace three times following. [Exit MARLOW.] Enter HARDCASTLE, who stands in surprise. HARDCASTLE. So, madam. So, I find THIS is your MODEST lover. This is your humble admirer, that kept his eyes fixed on the ground, and only adored at humble distance. Kate, Kate, art thou not ashamed to deceive your father so? MISS HARDCASTLE. Never trust me, dear papa, but he’s still the modest man I first took him for; you’ll be convinced of it as well as I. HARDCASTLE. By the hand of my body, I believe his impudence is infectious! Didn’t I see him seize your hand? Didn’t I see him haul you about like a milkmaid? And now you talk of his respect and his modesty, forsooth! MISS HARDCASTLE. But if I shortly convince you of his modesty, that he has only the faults that will pass off with time, and the virtues that will improve with age, I hope you’ll forgive him. HARDCASTLE. The girl would actually make one run mad! I tell you, I’ll not be convinced. I am convinced. He has scarce been three hours in the house, and he has already encroached on all my prerogatives. You may like his impudence, and call it modesty; but my son-in-law, madam, must have very different qualifications. MISS HARDCASTLE. Sir, I ask but this night to convince you. HARDCASTLE. You shall not have half the time, for I have thoughts of turning him out this very hour. MISS HARDCASTLE. Give me that hour then, and I hope to satisfy you. HARDCASTLE. Well, an hour let it be then. But I’ll have no trifling with your father. All fair and open, do you mind me.