Dilly. There, that’s the best I can do. You are heartily welcome. Sit down, and make yourself comfortable.
Harry. Thanks, thanks! (Sits R. of table.) I’m so hungry! You have a kind heart, a kind heart, young lady! Heaven will surely bless you for your kindness to a poor old wanderer.
Dilly. Now, don’t stop to be complimentary.
Harry. (Pretending to eat, but watching Dilly attentively.) May I ask whose house this is?
Dilly. This is Dr. Harlem’s house.
Harry. Dr. Harlem, Dr. Harlem? Oh! I remember,—the master of the seminary.
Dilly. Are you acquainted here?
Harry. Long ago, long ago! In better days I knew this place.
Dilly. But you don’t eat.
Harry. Oh, yes! I do. I’m very hungry. Dr. Harlem,—he was a kind, good gentleman.