Flor. My dear Harry, let this be my apology for not having seen you before. [Giving him a Paper.] Miss Courtney, ten thousand joys;—could I have found my brother, you should have seen him sooner.
Nev. Why, here is a deed of gift of half your estate!
Flor. I know it, but say nothing. When you gave me money, five years ago, did I say any thing?—no, I forgot it as soon as it was over; and should never have recollected, at this moment, but for my lord's inhumanity.—Uncle, I thank you,—you have made me the happiest man alive.
Lord. Don't perplex me;—what a compound of folly and generosity!
Mari. Uncle-in-law, what are your feelings on this occasion?—as my aunt says.
Lord. Feelings!—I never knew a peer had any.
Mari. Didn't you?
Lord. No; but now I find the contrary: I begin to think I've a heart like other men. It's better to atone for an error, than persist in one—therefore give me that deed, Neville——there, sir, [Giving it to Floriville.] do you think nobody has estates but yourself?—Louisa and her fortune are your own, Neville; and after my death, you shall have all mine:—and now there's a cursed burden off my mind.
Mari. Now, you're a dear creature! and I won't marry,—that's what I won't, without consulting you.
Lord. You marry! why, who should you marry?—And pray, how came you here?