Harf. The first time I set foot in England all this long interval was three weeks ago.
John. How good you were to come to us so soon!
Mary. What a tall strong man you are grown! but you have the same sweet smile as ever.
John. I wish I could see him plain—but what signifies! he’s here, and I hold him by the hand. Where’s the other good gentleman?
Beau. Here—very happy to see such worthy people made so.
Harf. He has been my dearest friend for a great many years, and I am beholden to him almost as much as to you two.
Mary. Has he? God bless him and reward him!
Harf. I am grieved to think what you must have suffered from hardship and poverty. But that is all at an end—no workhouse now.
John. God bless you! then I shall be happy still. But we must not be burdensome to you.
Harf. Don’t talk of that. As long as I have a shilling, it is my duty to give you sixpence of it. Did you not take care of me when all the world forsook me, and treated me as your own child when I had no other parent; and shall I ever forsake you in your old age! Oh never—never!