LOVEYET. Eigh, how,--old gentleman!--she did not mean me, I hope. [_Aside._ FRANKTON. And you think Mr. Loveyet is so agreeable then. LOVEYET. Aye, that's me;--by my body, he is jealous of me. Ha, ha; poor young fool! [_Aside._ FRANKTON. He thinks very highly of _you_, I assure you, madam; he speaks of you with admiration. MARIA. And what of that, sir?--You speak as if you thought him my _only_ admirer. [_Affectedly._ FRANKTON. Disgusting vanity! [_Aside._]--No, madam,--the number of your admirers is at least equal to that of your acquaintance;--but there is only one, who sincerely _loves_, as well as admires you. LOVEYET. Come, come, sir; none of your airs, sir:--_love_ her indeed;--why--why, she don't love _you_. [_Ogling and winking at her, &c._ WORTHNOUGHT. Ha, ha, gudgeons all, demme;--old square toes is cursedly bit; I see that. [_Aside._ MARIA. Mr. Loveyet, I return'd the trunk to your son. HUMPHRY. His son.--Ha, ha. LOVEYET. Yes, yes, he told me so just now:--the poor dog was ready to jump out of his skin, when I told him he should have Harriet. _Enter CANTWELL and HERALD._ WORTHNOUGHT. Oh, the devil!--Now shall I be blown up, like a barrel of gun-powder. [_Aside._ CANTWELL. Servant, gentlemen and ladies.--How is your daughter, Mr. Trueman? I hope she is likely to do well. TRUEMAN. I hope she is, madam; it is a match which we all approve. CANTWELL. No, no, sir; I mean concerning her late affair. HERALD. Why, young Loveyet certainly would not stoop so low, as to have her now. TRUEMAN. 'Zounds! Why not, pray? LOVEYET. What, in the name of ill luck, can they mean!--I hope, I--oh, there they come. _Enter HARRIET and CHARLES LOVEYET._ CANTWELL. Oh, dear, here they are;--why she don't look as if that was the case. [_To HERALD._ TRUEMAN. I desire, ladies, to know what you mean, by these mysterious whispers. CANTWELL. La! sir; you only want to put a body to the blush; but if you want an explanation, that gentleman [_Pointing to WORTHNOUGHT._] can give it to you. CHARLES. The villain! [_Aside._]--I fancy _I_ could explain it as well. WORTHNOUGHT. Hem, hem,--now comes on my trial. [_Aside._ CHARLES. But first,--your blessing, sir. [_Kneels to his father._ HARRIET. And yours, sir. [_Kneels to TRUEMAN._ LOVEYET. What,--married already! CHARLES. This ten minutes, sir. [_Rising._ CANTWELL } AND } Married! HERALD } WORTHNOUGHT. Then my ill-star'd fortune is decided. [_Aside._