_Lady H._ Oh! shocking! [_Aside._ _Ash._ No harm I do hope, zur. _Sir Abel._ None at all. _Ash._ But dash it, Lady Nelly, what do make thee paint thy vace all over we rud ochre zoo? Be it vor thy spouse to knaw thee?--that be the way I do knaw my sheep. _Sir Abel._ The flocks of fashion are all marked so, Farmer. _Ash._ Likely! Drabbit it! thee do make a tightish kind of a ladyship zure enow. _Dame._ That you do, my lady! you remember the old house? _Ash._ Aye; and all about it, doant ye? Nelly! my lady! _Lady H._ Oh! I'm quite shock'd--Susan, child! prepare a room where I may dress before I proceed to the castle. [_Exit_ SUSAN. _Enter_ HANDY, _jun._ _Handy, jun._ I don't see Susan--I say, Dad, is that my mamma? _Sir Abel._ Yes--speak to her. _Handy, jun._ [_Chucking her under the chin_] A fine girl, upon my soul! _Lady H._ Fine girl, indeed! Is this behaviour! _Handy, jun._ Oh! beg pardon, most honoured parent. [_She curtsies._]---that's a damned bad curtsey, I can teach you to make a much better curtsey than that! _Lady H._ You teach me, that am old enough to--hem! _Handy, jun._ Oh! that toss of the head was very bad indeed--Look at me!--That's the thing! _Lady H._ Am I to be insulted? Sir Abel, you know I seldom condescend to talk. _Sir Abel._ Don't say so, my lady, you wrong yourself. _Lady H._ But, when I do begin, you know not where it will end. _Sir Abel._ Indeed I do not. [_Aside._ _Lady H._ I insist on receiving all possible respect from your son. _Handy, jun._ And you shall have it, my dear girl!--Madam, I mean. _Lady H._ I vow, I am agitated to that degree--Sir Abel! my fan. _Sir Abel._ Yes, my dear--Bob, look here, a little contrivance of my own. While others carry swords and such like dreadful weapons in their canes, I more gallantly carry a fan. [_Removes the head of his cane, and draws out a fan._] A pretty thought, isn't it? [_Presents it to his lady._] _Ash._ Some difference between thic stick and mine, beant there, zur? [_To_ HANDY, _jun._ _Handy, jun._ [_Moving away._] Yes, there is.--[_To Lady H._] Do you call that fanning yourself? [_Taking the fan._] My dear ma'am, this is the way to manœuvre a fan. _Lady H._ Sir, you shall find [_To_ HANDY, _jun._] I have power enough to make you repent this behaviour, severely repent it--Susan! [_Exit followed by_ DAME. _Handy, jun._ Bravo! passion becomes her; she does that vastly well. _Sir Abel._ Yes, practice makes perfect. _Enter_ SUSAN. _Susan._ Did your ladyship call?--Heavens! Mr. Handy! _Handy, jun._ Hush! my angel! be composed! that letter will explain. [_Giving a letter, noticed by_ ASHFIELD.] Lady Handy wishes to see you. _Susan._ Oh, Robert!