Mrs. Felton. and Em’ly.— Oh, horrors!
Squire.—You have my check.
Mrs. Felton.—True, true, kind sir; I had for the moment forgotten it.
Squire.—Morley Dingle knows that my daughter has a generous nature and abhors meanness in any guise; therefore, he would act his best were he introduced to her. I prefer Dorothy should see him in his ordinary character.
Dorothy.—And how can I, papa?
Squire.—He will call here for the rent. He knows Mrs. Felton is largely indebted. Ladies, my plan is this: You and I will take a walk in the grove back of the cottage. Dorothy will remain and represent herself to be Em’ly; she can promise
the rent within a week; plead for time, anything, so that his manliness may be thoroughly tested.
Dorothy.—No, no, papa!
Squire.—Take off your hat, throw an old shawl over your shoulders. (Points through window.) See! there he comes. Let us be off.
Em’ly (Aside).—I wish I could stay and peep.