Ray. By your advice! Now, don’t tell me! I know it’s your doing. You envy me the possession of such a son, and you try all you can to keep him here. (Enter Sept., C.)
John Gale. Do I? Well, here’s the boy now to speak for himself. Look here, Sept. Gale, you’re an ungrateful young scamp! Here’s a father boiling over with love, and rich as an alderman, waiting to take you to his arms. He says I’m trying to keep you here.
Sept. Mr. Raymond knows well you have nothing to do with it. I do not acknowledge his claim, because I see no proof. (Enter Kate, C.)
Kate. What’s the matter, father?
Ray. Matter? Your brother refuses to acknowledge me as his father, or you as his sister.
Kate. Indeed!
Ray. Yes, indeed! But I’ll find a way to make him. Hark you, Kate! Capt. Dandelion has again proposed for your hand, to me this time, and I have accepted him: so you can look upon him as your future husband.
Kate. Capt. Dandelion!—my husband?
Sept. Her husband! I thought it would come to that.
Ray. Yes, your husband! You cannot object to the match: he is rich and highly accomplished.