Mary. Oh, pray, sir, take care what you do! if you should bring his son into trouble, by mentioning me, I should never, never forgive myself.
Pereg. Trust to my caution.—Promise only to remain at this house, till I return from a business which calls me, immediately, two miles hence; I will hurry back to pursue measures for your welfare, with more hope of success, than your own weak means, poor simplicity, are likely to effect. What say you?
Mary. I hardly know what to say, sir—you seem good,—and I am little able to help myself.
Pereg. You consent, then?
Mary. Yes, sir.
Pereg. [Calling.] Landlord!
Enter Dennis, from the Door of the House—Mrs. Brulgruddery following.
Dennis. Did you call, sir?—Arrah, now, Mrs. Brulgruddery, you are peeping after the young woman yourself.
Mrs. Brul. I chuse it.
Pereg. Prepare your room, good folks; and get the best accommodation you can for this young person.