Poly. Ay, ay, for a young man it is, but—(Aside) What a relief is this to my mind! How happy this will make my dear boy!
Eustace. I’m delighted to find you are of my opinion. Next week I’ll take Charles to town with me; he shall see the young lady; I do not mean to control his choice; but if he like her, and she like him, they shall marry instantly.
Poly. Like her! my dear sir, I’m happy to tell you that he is already in—(Aside.) My oath—per Jovem!
Eustace. Come, Mr. Polyglot, follow me to the supper room; we’ll talk further of this. I can never repay you, my good friend, for your care of my son. As I said before, your example has made him what he is: for his virtues he is indebted to you; and, were it possible he could be guilty of any crime or folly, so completely is he under your guidance, that I should hold you more to blame than him.
[Exit.
Poly. What a fortunate turn has this affair taken! Since he is in love, he must naturally be anxious to marry. Yet he did not tell me with whom he is in love. I do not pretend to understand those matters; but I presume that, being in love, he wants a wife, and—Oh! there can’t be a doubt of it; so long as he get a wife, surely it can’t signify who. He comes; I’ll communicate the joyful tidings to him.
Enter Charles, in violent agitation.
Charles. I have been anxiously waiting the departure of my father.
Poly. My dear boy, quiet your apprehensions; ’tis all right.
Charles. ’Tis all wrong, and fifty times worse than before.