A plague take your hurry, I say:--In the very moment of my telling him about sending the money to his house, he must conceit he saw Miss Airy;--but he has not received it yet, or he would have told me.--I hope Humphry has made no mistake;--I must see about it immediately. [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _The Street before MARIA'S House._ _Enter HUMPHRY and NEGRO with a trunk._ HUMPHRY. This here is the house, I warrant you;--these crooked figures is enough for to puzzle a lawyer.--He said number two hundred and twenty-one:--two two's and a one stands for that, and there it is. [_Knocks,--SERVANT comes out._] Does one Mr. Frankton live here, pray? SERVANT. No;--he is here pretty often though, and I expect he will live here altogether, by and by. HUMPHRY. Aye, I suppose he's only a lodger;--yes, this must be the place. SERVANT. 'Tis not the place you want, I believe.--Mr. Airy lives here. HUMPHRY. Mr. Airy! Aye, aye, now I've got it.--Here, Mr. What-d'ye-call'um, will you please to tell Miss Mary, somebody wants for to speak to her. [_Exit SERVANT._] Now I've found out the mistake;--since I told him how the old man was a going for to marry him to Miss Mary, he thought he must obey the old fellow, for fear he shou'dn't let him have any of his money, and she's got a swinging fortune, they say; so he sent the trunk to her.--But what shou'd he tell me to take it to Mr. Frankton's for?--Why I suppose he thought I should find him here, for the man says he's here very often:--and then the number on the door; why, that settles the matter at once,--there can't be two numbers alike, in the same street, sartainly:--Yes, he's made one of his old blunders. _SERVANT returns._ SERVANT. Please to walk in, sir. HUMPHRY. Aye, aye;--here, master Cuffy, this way. [_They go in._ SCENE V. _A Room in MARIA'S House._ _MARIA and OLD LOVEYET discovered sitting._ LOVEYET. It certainly is a mistake, madam; I have sent nothing out of my house to-day. MARIA. He said it was from Mr. Loveyet, sir.--I confess I could not conceive what could induce you to send me a trunk of money. LOVEYET. Who brought it, madam? MARIA. A clownish kind of person, sir,--a countryman, I believe. LOVEYET. Ah, now I begin to suspect something.--What a sad rascal!--want to cheat his father! But this lucky mistake will spoil his project. [_Aside._ MARIA. You are striving to unravel the mystery, sir.--I am afraid the man has made some serious mistake. LOVEYET. No matter,--it could not have come to a more suitable place; for, now it is here, it shall be yours, if you will consent to a proposal I have to make to you; for I have discovered it to be my property, after all.