_Miss B._ His spirits are extremely depressed, and since we arrived here this morning his dejection has dreadfully increased. _Handy, jun._ But I hope we shall be able to laugh away despondency. _Miss B._ Sir, if you are pleased to consider my esteem as an object worth your possession, I know no way of obtaining it so certain as by your shewing every attention to my dear father. [_As they are going,_ _Enter_ ASHFIELD. _Ash._ Dame! Dame! she be come! _Dame._ Who? Susan! our dear Susan? _Ash._ Ees--zo--come along--Oh, Sir Abel! Lady Nelly, your spouse, do order you to go to her directly! _Handy, jun._ Order! you mistake-- _Sir Abel._ No, he don't--she generally prefers that word. _Miss B._ Adieu! Sir Abel. [_Exeunt_ MISS BLANDFORD _and_ HANDY, _jun._ _Sir Abel._ Oh! if my wife had such a pretty way with her mouth. _Dame._ And how does Susan look? _Ash._ That's what I do want to know, zoa come along--Woo ye though--Missus, let's behave pratty--Zur if you pleaze, Dame and I will let you walk along wi' us. _Sir Abel._ How condescending! Oh, you are a pretty behaved fellow! [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Farmer_ ASHFIELD'S _Kitchen._ _Enter_ LADY HANDY _and_ SUSAN. _Susan._ My dear home, thrice welcome!--What gratitude I feel to your ladyship for this indulgence! _Lady H._ That's right, child! _Susan._ And I am sure you partake my pleasure in again visiting a place, where you received every protection and kindness my parents could shew you, for, I remember, while you lived with my father-- _Lady H._ Child! don't put your memory to any fatigue on my account--you may transfer the remembrance of who I was, to aid your more perfect recollection of who I am. _Susan._ Lady Handy! _Lady H._ That's right, child!--I am not angry. _Susan._ [_Looking out._] Ah! I see my dear father and mother coming through the garden. _Lady H._ Oh! now I shall be caressed to death; but I must endure the shock of their attentions. _Enter_ FARMER _and_ DAME, _with_ SIR ABEL. _Ash._ My dear Susan! [_They run to_ SUSAN. _Dame._ My sweet child! give me a kiss. _Ash._ Hald thee! Feyther first though--Well, I be as mortal glad to zee thee as never war--and how be'st thee? and how do thee like Lunnun town? it be a deadly lively place I be tuold. _Dame._ Is not she a sweet girl? _Sir Abel._ That she is. _Lady H._ [_With affected dignity._] Does it occur to any one present, that Lady Handy is in the room? _Sir Abel._ Oh, Lud! I'm sure, my dear wife, I never forget, that you are in the room. _Ash._ Drabbitit! I overlooked Lady Nelly, sure enow; but consider, there be zome difference between thee and our own Susan! I be deadly glad to zee thee, however. _Dame._ So am I, Lady Handy. _Ash._ Don't ye take it unkind I han't a buss'd thee yet--meant no slight indeed. [_Kisses her._