Squ. Rich. Well, but where is he?
Myr. He'll be ready for us presently, but he says he can't do us the good turn, without witnesses: so, when the Count and your sister come, you know he and you may be fathers for one another.
Squ. Rich. Well, well, tit for tat! ay, ay, that will be friendly.
Myr. And see! here they come.
Enter Count Basset, and Miss Jenny.
Count Bas. So, so, here's your brother, and his bride, before us, my dear.
Jenny. Well, I vow my heart's at my mouth still! I thought I should never have got rid of Mama! but while she stood gaping on the dance, I gave her the slip! Lawd! do but feel how it beats here.
Count Bas. O the pretty flutterer! I protest, my dear, you have put mine into the same palpitation!
Jenny. Ah! you say so——but let's see now——O lud! I vow it thumps purely—well, well, I see it will do, and so where's the parson?
Count Bas. Mrs. Myrtilla, will you be so good as to see if the doctor's ready for us?