Sir John. Well, what's the business on't?
Land. Nay, no great business; 'tis but only that your worship's father's dead.
Sir John. My loss is beyond expression! How died he?
Land. He went to bed as well to see to as any man in England; and when he awakened the next morning—
Sir John. What then?
Land. He found himself stark dead.
Sir John. Well, I must of necessity take orders for my father's funeral, and my estate; heaven knows with what regret I leave you, madam.
Mill. But are you in such haste, sir? I see you take all occasions to be from me.
Sir John. Dear madam, say not so: a few days will, I hope, return me to you.
To them Sir Martin.