Mr. S. Do not be so distressed. Mrs. Langdon will still be very kind to you. She will love you still.
Edward. If she will only think of me sometimes. Will you speak, sir, of me to her, after I am gone? Will you tell her that my greatest grief, is leaving her; that I shall never, never, never forget her? Will you do this, dear Mr. Sherwood?
Mr. S. (with agitation). Yes, my dear boy, I will.
Edward. And will you forgive me for having profited so little by your lessons; and being so often disrespectful? Please forgive me, sir.
Mr. S. Willingly, my child. This is a great change of fortune. An hour ago, you were rich and well born, now you are the son of a poor farmer. Try to do your part well in this altered sphere; be gentle and good, and God will not desert you. Good-by.
[Exit.
Enter Jane, with a coarse cap and jacket, Patrick following.
Jane (ironically). How do you do, Mr. Morris?
Patrick. (ditto). Your humble servant, Mr. Morris.