_Ash._ No, but thee shat'un--thee shat'un--I tell thee. Thee have givun me thy hand on't, and dom'me if thee sha't budge one step out of this house. Drabbit it! what can he do? he can't send us to jail. Why, I have corn will zell for half the money I do owe'un--and han't I cattle and sheep? deadly lean to be zure--and han't I a thumping zilver watch, almost as big as thy head? and Dame here a got----How many silk gowns have thee got, dame! _Dame._ Three, Tummas--and sell them all--and I'll go to church in a stuff one--and let Mrs. Grundy turn up her nose as much as she pleases. _Henry._ Oh, my friends, my heart is full. Yet a day will come, when this heart will prove its gratitude. _Dame._ That day, Henry, is every day. _Ash._ Dang it! never be down hearted. I do know as well as can be, zome good luck will turn up. All the way I comed whoam I looked to vind a purse in the path. But I didn't though. [_A knocking at the door._] _Dame._ Ah! here they are, coming to sell I suppose-- _Ash._ Lettun--lettun zeize and zell; we ha gotten here [_Striking his breast._] what we won't zell, and they can't zell. [_Knocking again._] Come in--dang it, don't ye be shy. _Enter_ MORRINGTON _and_ GERALD. _Henry._ Ah! the strangers I saw this morning. These are not officers of law. _Ash._ Noa!--Walk in, gemmen. Glad to zee ye wi' all my heart and zoul. Come, dame, spread a cloth, bring out cold meat, and a mug of beer. _Gerald._ [_To_ MORRINGTON.] That is the boy. [MORRINGTON _nods._] _Ash._ Take a chair, zur. _Mor._ I thank, and admire your hospitality. Don't trouble yourself, good woman.--I am not inclined to eat. _Ash._ That be the case here. To-day none o'we be auver hungry: misfortin be apt to stay the stomach confoundedly-- _Mor._ Has misfortune reached this humble dwelling? _Ash._ Ees, zur. I do think vor my part it do work its way in every where. _Mor._ Well, never despair. _Ash._ I never do, zur. It is not my way. When the sun do shine I never think of voul weather, not I; and when it do begin to rain, I always think that's a zure zign it will give auver. _Mor._ Is that young man your son? _Ash._ No, zur--I do wish he were wi' all my heart and zoul. _Gerald._ [_To_ MORRINGTON.] Sir, remember. _Mor._ Doubt not my prudence. Young man, your appearance interests me;--how can I serve you? _Henry._ By informing me who are my parents. _Mor._ That I cannot do. _Henry._ Then, by removing from me the hatred of Sir Philip Blandford. _Mor._ Does Sir Philip hate you? _Henry._ With such severity, that even now he is about to ruin these worthy creatures, because they have protected me. _Mor._ Indeed! misfortune has made him cruel. That should not be. _Ash._ Noa, it should not, indeed, zur. _Mor._ It shall not be. _Ash._ Shan't it, zur? But how shan't it? _Mor._ I will prevent it. _Ash._ Wool ye faith, and troth? Now, dame, did not I zay zome good luck would turn up?