Hard. I entreat you'll leave all that to me. You shall not stir a step.
Marl. Leave that to you? I protest, sir, you must excuse me; I always look to these things myself.
Hard. I must insist, sir, you'll make yourself easy on that head.
Marl. You see I'm resolved on it. (Aside.) A very troublesome fellow this, as ever I met with.
Hard. Well, sir, I'm resolved at least to attend you. (Aside.) This may be modern modesty, but I never saw anything look so like old-fashioned impudence.
Exeunt Marl. and Hard.
Hastings, solus.
Hast. So I find, this fellow's civilities begin to grow troublesome. But who can be angry at those assiduities, which are meant to please him? Ha! what do I see? Miss Neville, by all that's happy!
Enter Miss Neville.
Miss Nev. My dear Hastings! To what unexpected good fortune, to what accident am I to ascribe this happy meeting?