Dilly. Oh, no, no, Bob! do not ask me to take it.
Bob. Well, then, I won’t. Mrs. Loring, who holds this mortgage?
Mrs. L. Mr. Hartshorn.
Bob. Then I shall do myself the honor to call upon Mr. Hartshorn, and put him in good spirits by paying the interest.
Mrs. L. O Robert! you have a kind heart.
Bob. Have I? Well, I’ve got a full purse too, and it’s pretty heavy; and, as I’ve got rid of heavy weights, if this doesn’t lighten soon, I shall throw it into the lake.
Mrs. L. Well, well, have your own way.
Bob. I always did. It’s just my luck. I’m very dusty. Shall I go to the old room?
Mrs. L. Yes; and I’ll show you the way. O Robert, Heaven will surely bless you. (Exit, R.)
Bob. Bless her dear old face! Dilly, it does seem good to be in this house once more.