Enter Mr. Collins. L.
Col. Well, Lucy child, where hast been all day, I havn’t caught a glance of you since last night—what have you got there, Gilbert?
Gil. Where, sir?
Col. Why, there in your hand—that letter.
Gil. Oh—aye—it is a letter.
Col. For me?
Gil. No, sir—it’s for master Ambrose Gwinett.
Col. Give it to me—I expect him here to-night.
Lucy. Expect master Ambrose here to-night, uncle?
Col. Aye, standing at the door just now, his uncle told me that he expected him at Deal to-day, but being compelled to be from home until to-morrow, he had left word that master Ambrose should put up here, and asked me to make room for him.