Lucy. Oh, don’t go, Bob! I want to talk to you. I’ve scarcely seen you.
Bob. Well, there isn’t so much of me to see as there was. But I’ll be back soon. (Aside.) There’s popping going on here, so I’d best pop off. (Exit, C.)
Lucy. The dear old fellow, Harry was so fond of him! Don’t you think he has altered, Fred?
Fred. Very much, Lucy. But he is still the same blundering fellow he always was. But for him, just now, I should have had your answer, I think your favorable answer.
Lucy. I have told you, Fred, I do not love you. Do not, I entreat you, urge me to a course I know I should regret. I would do any thing for father—
Fred. Then marry me, Lucy. Give me your hand. I will wait for your love.
Lucy. To save my father, Fred— (Enter Dilly, R.)
Dilly. Lucy, our old friend Bob Winders has arrived. Have you seen him?
Fred. (Aside.) Confound that girl! she’s always in the way.
Lucy. Yes, he passed through here just now: I never saw such a change. (Enter Doctor, R., with the portfolio used in Act 1.)