SWEET. (taking out his purse and paying the money) It isn’t enough that I am to be made sensible that I’m not half such a happy man as you are, but I’m to pay for the conviction into the bargain! You’re a sorcerer!
SHORT. No—the girl’s devoted to me, that’s all.
SWEET. Go along with you—don’t tell me—it won’t bear thinking about! Zounds, I shall become unhappy if I do—I won’t stand it, Short! Hang me if go to Dulwich either—hang me if I do!—and yet that will be no punishment to Fanny, for she didn’t wish to go herself.
SHORT. Pray don’t let me prevent your going.
Enter STEPHEN, L. C., with cold meat.
(to STEPHEN, L. C.) Come, what a time you’ve been. (he sits down and begins to eat)
SWEET. Stephen.
STEPHEN. Yes, sir.
SWEET. Tell the man to take back the horses to the stables, we are not going.
Enter MRS. SWEET, as he is speaking, dressed in riding hat and habit, through door, L. 2. E.