Pereg. Leave us a little, honest friends.
Dennis. A hem!—Come, Mrs. Brulgruddery! let you and I pair off, my lambkin!
Mrs. Brul. [Going.] Ah! she's no better than she should be, I'll warrant her.
Dennis. By the powers, she's well enough though, for all that.
[Exeunt Dennis and Mrs. Brul. into the House.
Pereg. Now, sweet one, your name?
Mary. Mary, sir.
Pereg. What else?
Mary. Don't ask me that, sir: my poor father might be sorry it was mentioned, now.
Pereg. Have you quitted your father, then?