AGATHA.
Well!—not yet!
COTTAGER.
I might look till I am blind for him—but I saw our new Rector coming along the road; he calls in sometimes. May be, he will this evening.
WIFE.
He is a very good gentleman; pays great attention to his parishioners; and where he can assist the poor, he is always ready.
Enter Mr. ANHALT.
MR. ANHALT.
Good evening, friends.
BOTH.
Thank you, reverend Sir.
[They both run to fetch him a chair].
MR. ANHALT.
I thank you, good people—I see you have a stranger here.
COTTAGER.
Yes, your Reverence; it is a poor sick woman, whom I took in doors.
MR. ANHALT.
You will be rewarded for it. [to Agatha.] May I beg leave to ask your name?