{Footnote 1: Set to music by Mr. Webbe.}
Christy. Then I’m not ashamed, any way, of that song of mine.
Sir W. Of yours?—Is it possible that it is yours?
Clara. It is indeed. These are the very lines he gave me this morning.
Christy. And I humbly thank you, madam or miss, for having got them set to the musics.
Clara. I had nothing to do with that. We must thank Mr. Hope for this agreeable surprise.
Christy. Why, then, I thank you, Mr. Drum.
Mr. H. You owe me no thanks, sir. I will take none from you.
Christy. No—for I didn’t remember giving you the copy. I suppose Florry did.
Miss G. Not I, sir.