Eglantine.. On my honour it has wakened me.
Harlequin.. Richardson!
[Columbine appears.
Kindly pick up his lordship's pieces.
[She has her little dust-pan and brush, and most neatly she does so. Eglantine--a new Eglantine--watches her, and the thought of a new life is born in him.
Eglantine.. We've a few guineas in the house, I suppose?
Harlequin.. A few, my lord.
Eglantine.. Enough for a coach hire to the country. A penniless fellow such as I am, Quin, would she welcome me to her home, I wonder?
Harlequin.. But I fear that this parchment fails of its effect unless your lordship is married to the owner.
Eglantine.. But not a bad idea, Quin. [Then he sighs doubtfully.] Would she think so?