SCENE VI. _A Street._ _Enter YOUNG LOVEYET._ I wish I could find that fellow;--I cannot think he has been treacherous;--but it is very strange, neither he nor my man have returned yet:--I am tired of seeking Frankton too;--since he made free to call at Harriet's for me, I think I will go to Miss Airy's for him: they say she lives near by. [_Enter HUMPHRY._]--Well, sir, what have you done with the trunk? HUMPHRY. Why, what you told me, to be sure. I've been a making your man Cuffy drunk, with some of the money you give me; but he's 'most sober now. LOVEYET. Did you see Mr. Frankton? HUMPHRY. No; but I carried the trunk to his lodgings though: I was just a going to Mr. Airy's, to see if I cou'dn't find you there. LOVEYET. Mr. Airy's? HUMPHRY. Aye,--where Mr. Frankton lodges; number two hundred and twenty-one;--there it is before your eyes. LOVEYET. That is number one hundred and twenty-two;--you did not carry it there, I hope. HUMPHRY. Yes I did.--Why isn't that the place? LOVEYET. Confound your dull brains!--Did you not enquire who liv'd there? HUMPHRY. Yes, Mr. Airy lives there. LOVEYET. What a strange circumstance!--You are sure Mr. Airy lives there. HUMPHRY. Sure and sartin;--why I see the young lady you're a going to be married to, and I give her the trunk; for I think the sarvint said how Mr. Frankton lodg'd there.--I hope there's no harm done. LOVEYET. I hope so too;--I must step in, and see; but this is the last time I shall send you with a message. [_Goes in._ HUMPHRY. Like enough, for I'm a going home in the country to-morrow. [_Exit._ SCENE VII. _TRUEMAN'S House._ _Enter TRUEMAN_ [_reading a letter_]. This is very unaccountable;--Richard Worthnought, eigh:--I wish, Mr. Worthnought, you had been at my school a while, before you scrawl'd this wretched epistle:--but the subject is still more unintelligible. _Enter WORTHNOUGHT._ WORTHNOUGHT. Mr. Trueman, I am yours. TRUEMAN. I deny it.--Heaven forbid, such a thing as you should be either mine or my daughter's! WORTHNOUGHT. I should not gain much credit by the alliance, I believe.--You have received my letter, sir, I presume. TRUEMAN. I think you _presume_--rather more than becomes you, sir. WORTHNOUGHT. I find, the foolish old Put don't like me. [_Aside._]--I am sorry you do not approve of my offer; but, but--a--rat me, but I must have her, for all that. Ha, ha, ha;--'foregad, I must, old gentleman. _Enter OLD LOVEYET._ LOVEYET. But I say you shall not have her, sir;--there, I suppose you will have the impudence to call _me old_ gentleman next. WORTHNOUGHT. Demme, sir; what have _you_ to do with his daughter? LOVEYET. Nothing; but my son has something to do with her: ha'n't he, friend Horace? TRUEMAN. Heyday! what does all this mean?--Has any State rejected the new Constitution?