RECK. What! the white one?
TOM. Yes, she is housemaid there.
RECK. Oh! ha, ha, ha! Ri tol de rol. (dances.)
TOM. Hey day. Did you tell me to order a straight waistcoat, sir?
RECK. No! tol de rol, I have a thought—
TOM. Why, you do look remarkable thoughtful.
RECK. You see these three bright gold sovereigns?
TOM. Yes, sir! perhaps you will allow me to feel them too?
RECK. So I will, Tom, on one condition! send me in that basket instead of the grocery, and carry me to the house where my Julia is secluded.
TOM. Well, sir, but what will Fanny say?