JOE. I wouldn’t let her if she did.
MAR. Bless his heart! I think no more of kissing him than I should my grandmother—but he must not forget himself.
SIR W. I forgive him; and, if agreeable, he may remain and dine with us.
MAR. There, Joe, you may stay and dine with us if you will.
JOE. Well, then, I will; and I’ll be revenged on his wittels, if I can’t on him—ha, ha!
SIR W. (to MARGERY) And you are happier in your homely attire?
MAR. Oh, much happier! if only because ’twas what I wore when you first loved me.
SIR W. And you will be much happier still if I leave you to follow the dictates of your own heart and feelings, without the direction of masters or of books?
MAR. Oh, that I shall! yet I will try my hardest to be as you would wish me, if you but let me try in my own way; and I am sure, in time, you will not be ashamed of me. Don’t give me masters, don’t give me books, but when you want me to learn, teach me yourself—a loving word and gentle patience, and all from you, will make us both happy, and me I hope sincere. (to Audience) And, what will be better still, let but the Rough Diamond be firmly set in your golden opinion, and she will be sufficiently polished to shine as long as you will permit her.