Mary. [Mournfully.] No!
Dennis. There—he's got off the outside of his horse: it's that flashy spark I saw crossing the court yard, at the big house.—Here he is.
Enter Tom Shuffleton.
Shuff. [Looking at Mary.] Devilish good-looking girl, upon my soul! [Sees Dennis.] Who's that fellow?
Dennis. Welcome to Muckslush Heath, sir.
Shuff. Pray, sir, have you any business, here?
Dennis. Very little this last week, your honour.
Shuff. O, the landlord. Leave the room.
Dennis. [Aside.] Manners! but he's my customer. If he don't behave himself to the young cratur, I'll bounce in, and thump him blue.
[Exit.