Bet. My dear Fanny, I am heartily glad of your good fortune, but we shall all be sorry to part with you.
Fan. I am sure, my dear friend and mistress, I shall be sorry too. You received me when I had no other friend in the world, and you treated me like your own child. I can never forget what I owe you.
Enter John, and his eldest son Thomas.
John. Is your honour here?
Land. Yes, John; and I have found something worth coming for.
John. What is that, sir?
Land. A relation, John. This young woman whom you have so kindly entertained, is my kinswoman.
John. What—our Fanny?
Thomas. Fanny!
Land. Yes, indeed. And, after thanking you for your kindness to her and her poor grandmother, I mean to take her home for a companion to my wife and daughters.