Just. Right, right. It’s a pity, child, you are not upon the Bench; ha! ha! ha!
Lucy. And when I went to his old hiding place, there it was; but you see, papa, he did not take the box.
Just. No, no, no! because the thief was a magpie. No man would have taken the money and left the box. You see I was right; no man would have left the box, hey?
Lucy. Certainly not, I suppose; but I’m so very glad, old man, that you have obtained your money.
Just. Well then, child, here—take my purse, and add that to it. We were a little too hasty with the committal—hey?
Land. Ay, and I fear I was, too; but when one is touched about the credit of one’s house, one’s apt to speak warmly.
Old M. Oh, I’m the happiest old man alive! You are all convinced that I told you no lies. Say no more—say no more. I am the happiest man! Miss, you have made me the happiest man alive! Bless you for it!
Land. Well now, I’ll tell you what. I know what I think—you must keep that there magpie, and make a show of him, and I warrant he’ll bring you many an honest penny; for it’s a true story, and folks would like to hear it, I hopes—
Just. (eagerly). And, friend, do you hear? you’ll dine here to-day, you’ll dine here. We have some excellent ale. I will have you drink my health—that’s poz!—hey? You’ll drink my health, won’t you—hey?
Old M. (bows). Oh! and the young lady’s, if you please.