Butts. Somebody? Yes, indeed! Grandchild of Jonathan Wild Butts!
Dilly. But I don’t want to be anybody’s grandchild. Harry’s my father: I don’t want any other. And, if I am to go away from here,—
Harry. Don’t be frightened, Dilly. It’s a good thing to know you have relatives; but I do not propose to renounce my claim. You are my rightful property: I found you by the roadside when deserted by your father. I will still claim relationship; but, Dilly, it must now be as your husband.
Dilly. My husband!
Harry. Yes, Dilly, be my wife. I have had you in my thoughts night and day for the last five years. You have proved your love for me as a sister; now I shall claim a dearer title.
Dilly. O Harry, I do not deserve it!
Doctor. She does, Harry; and, if you don’t marry her at once, I will.
Butts. What! rob me of my grandchild just when I have discovered my treasure? I don’t like it.
Dilly. Oh, yes, you do, grandpa! for I shall love you dearly, I know; that is, if you let me have my own way.
Butts. And that way is into the arms of a husband, I suppose?