Coddle. Good heavens!
Jane. Lawks! what now?
Coddle. The man himself.
Jane. What man? Land’s sake! he’ll be the death of me.
Coddle. In the library at this moment! Dear, faithful, affectionate Jane, wish me joy! The doctor has come at last! (Exit R. 1 E.)
(Eglantine enters R. as her father runs out.)
Eglantine. Jane, is any thing the matter with papa? Isn’t he well?
Jane. Yes, miss, he’s well enough. He’s found that son-in-law of his’n,—that angel!
Eglantine. Angel? son-in-law?
Jane. That’s all the matter with him.