Trudge. Nothing unexpected, sir:—I hope you won't be angry; but I am come to give you joy, sir!
Inkle. Joy!——of what?
Trudge. A wife, sir! a white one.—I know it will vex you, but Miss Narcissa means to make you happy, to-morrow morning.
Inkle. To-morrow!
Trudge. Yes, sir; and as I have been out of employ, in both my capacities, lately, after I have dressed your hair, I may draw up the marriage articles.
Inkle. Whence comes your intelligence, sir?
Trudge. Patty told me all that has passed in the Governor's family, on the quay, sir. Women, you know, can never keep a secret. You'll be introduced in form, with the whole island to witness it.
Inkle. So public, too!——Unlucky!
Trudge. There will be nothing but rejoicings, in compliment to the wedding, she tells me; all noise and uproar! Married people like it, they say.
Inkle. Strange! that I should be so blind to my interest, as to be the only person this distresses.