Edward (scornfully). Isn't Patrick here?
Mary. No, my son. I asked him to give my old pony some water.
Mrs. L. Go, my son, go; it will gratify me.
Edward. Oh! then I will fly. What shall I order?
Mrs. L. The very best in the house.
Morris (running after him). Wait, Edward, I will go with you, and help you give the order. I know what my mother likes.
Scene X.
Mrs. L. Well, dear nurse, how do you get on since you have moved into your new cottage?
Mary. Oh! capitally, ma'am.
Mrs. L. And your husband, big Peter—is he pleased and contented?