Owen. May I speak?—May I say all I wish?
Clara and Sir W. Yes, speak—say all you wish.
Owen. I am but a young boy, and not able to keep the new inn; but Mr. Gilbert and Mabel, with my mother’s help, would keep it well, I think; and it’s they I should wish to have it, ma’am, if it were pleasing to you.
Sir W. And what would become of yourself, my good lad?
Owen. Time enough, sir, to think of myself, when I’ve seen my mother and sister settled.
Sir W. Then as you won’t think of yourself, I must think for you. Your education, I find, has been well begun, and I will take care it shall not be left half done.
Widow. Oh, I’m too happy this minute! But great joy can say little.
Mabel. (aside) And great love the same.
Mr. H. This day is the happiest I have seen since I left the land of cakes.
Gilb. Thank you, Mr. Hope. And when I say thank you, why, I feel it. ‘Twas you helped us at the dead lift.