SIR CHARLES. Speak, tell us your opinion. EMILIA. You gave a yearly income to our old gardener because he had been a faithful servant. SIR CHARLES. Very true; but the gardener was a decrepid old man, worn out in the service of my family; he could not do any thing to earn a livelihood. I respect old age, I would not grub up a tree which had long afforded me a shade; and the horse I rode on, when I was young, has now a meadow to range in, and a soft bed to stretch those limbs on, which were formerly active in my service. EMILIA. I would readily save my pocket-money, and give up the new clothes I have been promised, to contribute to support poor Harry. SIR CHARLES. You are a good girl; what you have said adorns your face, and makes you appear much more lovely than the finest ornaments could. But, Charles, let me hear what you would advise? CHARLES. I am afraid to give you advice, you know every thing so much better than I do. LADY GRANDISON. That is very well observed; but your father asks, not to be informed what is proper to be done, but to hear your sentiments. CHARLES. I respect Harry, nay love him; though not as I love my dear father, and I would fain serve him. SIR CHARLES. Go on, Charles. CHARLES. His father was a good shoe-maker, and worked hard to bring up a large family; he brought Harry up a shoe-maker; but Harry had a mind to see the world, as he told me, when he was sick, and he left his father, he was then very sorry for it. His father died since he has been in your service, and he has constantly sent most part of his wages to his poor mother.—Now if you would have the goodness to give him a little furniture, and leather and tools, he and his mother might live together, and they would both be provided for; and, in time, he might be able to return you the money, for he has an honest heart. SIR CHARLES. What, without interest, Charles? CHARLES. Now, Sir, you joke with me—but I perceive why. LADY GRANDISON. Because you were so very careful, and would have the money returned. Charles kissed his mother’s cheek, and said, forgive me, I see you will do more for him, than I could presume to ask. SIR CHARLES.