John. This is wonderful news, indeed! Well, Fanny, I am very glad you have got such a home to go to—you are worthy of it—but we shall miss you much here.
Bet. So I have been telling her.
Thom. (aside to Fanny). What, will you leave us, Fanny? Must we part?
Fan. (aside to him). What can I do, Thomas?
Land. There seems some unwillingness to part, I see, on more sides than one.
Bet. Indeed, sir, I believe there is. We have lived very happily together.
Thom. (aside to Fanny). I see we must part with you, but I hope—Surely you won’t quite forget us?
Fan. (to him). You distress me, Thomas. Forget you! O no!
Land. Come, I see there is something between the young folks that ought to be spoken about plainly. Do you explain it, Betty.
Bet. Why, your honour knows, we could not tell that Fanny was your relation. So, as my son Thomas and she seemed to take a liking to one another, and she was such a clever girl, we did not object to their thinking about making a match of it, as soon as he should be settled in a farm.