_Cha._ Afterwards you will bring up some refreshments; tea, for instance. _Pri._ Tea, sir? _Cha._ Yes; tea, tea, tea. _Pri._ Senna tea? _Cha._ No, confound you, ordinary tea! _Pri._ Ordin— ordmorary— onding (_Charles impatient_)—You’re not ill, I hope, sir? _Cha._ Not in the least, thanks. (_Going, Charles stops him._) Ah, by the way, landlord, that lady in the next room—what sort of a person is she? _Pri._ Char—ming, sir; be-a-u-ti-ful. Oh! she’s much handsomer than her father; but if hereafter he should betray her, if he should— _Cha._ Who the devil are you talking about? _Pri._ My shon-in-law. _Cha._ Confound your son-in-law! _Pri._ Yes, sir, certainly, sir: that’s what I say, and— _Cha._ Be off, and do what I told you. _Pri._ Yes, sir, directly; but you’ll understand that on such an auspicious— _Cha._ There, there—be off; Red Lion—he’s gone. _Pri._ (_turning at door_). White Horse Hotel, sir, please. [_Exit._ _Cha._ (_alone_). I suppose he’ll do what I’ve told him. I ought to change my coat too. Upon my honor (_dressing himself_), I’m delighted with my evening; and somehow or another, oddly enough, I feel quite curious to see this woman; in fact, I begin to be interested. It’s so long since I’ve been in the least interested—yes, it’s six months since any thing of the kind has happened. And my heart is, after all, but human: it detests a void. [_Goes on dressing._ _Enter_ PRICHARD _and_ GEORGE, L. 2 E., _carrying candelabra and vase of flowers_. _Pri._ (_still drunk_). George, your conduct is schandalush: your master’s daughter is married to-day, and you take no more notish of the event than a cow, than a cow or calf; you’ve no heart, George, you’ve no shoul. _George._ But, sir— _Pri._ Hold your tongue; pray for her happiness, and go down and tell her I’m coming. [_Exit_ GEORGE. _Enter_ LUCY 1 E. L., _veil in hand, and long cloak on, hiding figure_. _Luc._ (_perceiving flowers_). Oh, what a charming change! I congratulate you, sir. _Pri._ I’ll tell her, madam, she will be delighted; such a day, you understand, madam. If she’s only happy! May heaven— _Cha._ He’s having a reel in the next room now. _Luc._ Who are you talking about? _Pri._ Eh, my daughter, madam; at this moment she’s so happy—may she be so all her life! and as to your maid, madam, she dances as if my daughter’s happiness depended on her legs, you understand. Madam, of course I mean— _Luc._ Perfectly; be good enough to open that door, and show the gentleman in, who is in there. [_Sits down, and puts on veil._ _Pri._ But, madam— _Luc._ Do what I tell you. _Pri._ (_hesitating, yet opens door of communication, and enters_ CHARLES’S _room_). Sir!