_Handy, jun._ But I hope we shall be able to laugh away despondency.
_Miss B._ Sir, if you are pleased to consider my esteem as an object worth your possession, I know no way of obtaining it so certain as by your shewing every attention to my dear father. [_As they are going,_
_Ash._ Ees--zo--come along--Oh, Sir Abel! Lady Nelly, your spouse, do order you to go to her directly!
_Sir Abel._ No, he don't--she generally prefers that word.
_Miss B._ Adieu! Sir Abel. [_Exeunt_ MISS BLANDFORD _and_ HANDY, _jun._
_Sir Abel._ Oh! if my wife had such a pretty way with her mouth.
_Ash._ That's what I do want to know, zoa come along--Woo ye though--Missus, let's behave pratty--Zur if you pleaze, Dame and I will let you walk along wi' us.
_Sir Abel._ How condescending! Oh, you are a pretty behaved fellow! [_Exeunt._
_Susan._ My dear home, thrice welcome!--What gratitude I feel to your ladyship for this indulgence!
_Susan._ And I am sure you partake my pleasure in again visiting a place, where you received every protection and kindness my parents could shew you, for, I remember, while you lived with my father--
_Lady H._ Child! don't put your memory to any fatigue on my account--you may transfer the remembrance of who I was, to aid your more perfect recollection of who I am.
_Lady H._ That's right, child!--I am not angry.
_Susan._ [_Looking out._] Ah! I see my dear father and mother coming through the garden.
_Lady H._ Oh! now I shall be caressed to death; but I must endure the shock of their attentions.
_Enter_ FARMER _and_ DAME, _with_ SIR ABEL.
_Ash._ My dear Susan! [_They run to_ SUSAN.
_Ash._ Hald thee! Feyther first though--Well, I be as mortal glad to zee thee as never war--and how be'st thee? and how do thee like Lunnun town? it be a deadly lively place I be tuold.
_Lady H._ [_With affected dignity._] Does it occur to any one present, that Lady Handy is in the room?
_Sir Abel._ Oh, Lud! I'm sure, my dear wife, I never forget, that you are in the room.
_Ash._ Drabbitit! I overlooked Lady Nelly, sure enow; but consider, there be zome difference between thee and our own Susan! I be deadly glad to zee thee, however.
_Ash._ Don't ye take it unkind I han't a buss'd thee yet--meant no slight indeed. [_Kisses her._