SHORT. You are quite right, my dear—perfectly correct, certainly! Appearances must be attended to—very proper conduct on your part—delicate and correct in the extreme. (aside) Ecod—Sweet’s right! I am the happiest fellow under the sun.
Enter STEPHEN, L. C.
STEPH. Oh, sir! oh mum! such a shocking thing!
MRS. SHORT. Good gracious, Stephen, what’s the matter?
STEPH. Oh, the poor gentleman! Poor Mr. Sweet!
SHORT. Why, what has happened to him?
STEPH. Oh, horrorble, sir! tremengeous! Throwed from his ’orse! dashed his self to pieces!
MRS. SHORT. Oh, good heavens, where is he?
SHORT. Ah, this comes of steady men of business taking to riding, when they’re turned of five and forty! Poor fellow, poor fellow!