AUGUS. Oh, oh! really now, Constantia—
MRS. BOBBINS. But you know I’m the most devoted—the most affectionate wife in the world, and have no thoughts but of you, and our dear little boy—and so you abuse the rectitude of my principles—
AUGUS. The little cherub!
MRS. BOBBINS. That reminds me that you wrote me word, that the Highgate air has quite set the darling up again, and that old nurse, Jones, was to bring him home to-day.
AUGUS. Yes, Bobby is coming home to-day.
MRS. BOBBINS. The little pet! He is my only joy—my only hope.
AUGUS. Yes, yes—a remarkably fine little chap—and extremely like his papa! Ahem! can more be said—
MRS. BOBBINS. By the by, how inconvenient his coming back will be just now, that we are without a servant.
AUGUS. You had better let Rebecca stay.