Aside.
Croaker. What does the booby mean, or has he any meaning? Eh, what do you mean, you blockhead you?
Leont. Mean, sir—why, sir—only when my sister is to be married, that I have the pleasure of marrying her, sir; that is, of giving her away, sir—I have made a point of it.
Croaker. O, is that all? Give her away. You have made a point of it. Then you had as good make a point of first giving away yourself, as I'm going to prepare the writings between you and Miss Richland this very minute. What a fuss is here about nothing! Why, what's the matter now? I thought I had made you at least as happy as you could wish.
Bailiff.—"Look-ye, sir, I have arrested
as good men as you in my time."—p. 290.
Olivia. Oh! yes, sir, very happy.
Croaker. Do you foresee anything, child? You look as if you did. I think if anything was to be foreseen, I have as sharp a look-out as another: and yet I foresee nothing.
[Exit.
Leontine, Olivia.