Ray. Ah! that’s good.
March. Yes; and he’s got his eye on me. He’s looking after me. He’s only waiting to see how I take it. He fears it will overcome me: but when he finds I am instinctively drawn towards him; when he finds I only wait to hear a voice say— (Enter Kitty, L.)
Kitty. March, I’ve peeled the taters.
March. Confound your taters!
Ray. Well, well, March, remember the old adage, “Patient waiting, no loss.” Come, Sept., let’s go down and look at the captain’s boat. (Exit with Sept., C.)
March. Kitty Gale, you’re enough to try the patience of Job: just when I was on the brink of a discovery, you must pop in, and spoil every thing.
Kitty. How could I help it? I did’nt know you was on the brink of any thing.
March. In another moment, I should have found my father.
Kitty. Oh, pshaw! you’re always finding a father. I don’t believe you ever had one.
March. You don’t, hey? I have got one, and he’s rich too; got a fine horse—