Alon. But, sir, I thought you had been upon the sea for Flanders.
Mel. I had so designed it.
Alon. But, why came you back from St Sebastians?
Mel. As for that, sir, 'tis not material.
Theo. An unexpected law-suit has called him back from St Sebastians.
Alon. And how fares my son-in-law, that lives there?
Mel. In Catholic health, sir.
Alon. Have you brought no letters from him?
Mel. I had, sir, but I was set upon by the way, by picarons: and, in spite of my resistance, robbed, and my portmanteau taken from me.
Theo. And this was that which he was now desiring me to excuse to you.