Belvil. Certainly. But what then? to get her to consent—
Mr. H. To accompany me to the altar without a name—in short, to suspend her curiosity (that is all) till the moment the priest shall pronounce the irrevocable charm, which makes two names one.
Belvil. And that name—and then she must be pleased, ha, Jack?
Mr. H. Exactly such a girl it has been my fortune to meet with; hark'e (whispers)—(musing). Yet, hang it! 'tis cruel to betray her confidence.
Belvil. But the family-name, Jack?
Mr. H. As you say, the family-name must be perpetuated.
Belvil. Though it be but a homely one.
Mr. H. True; but come, I will show you the house where dwells this credulous melting fair.
Belvil. Ha, ha! my old friend dwindled down to one letter.
[Exeunt.