Serv. Yes, your honour; they went off in a post-coach, and the young 'squire went on horseback. They're thirty miles off by this time.
Hast. Then all my hopes are over.
Serv. Yes, sir. Old Sir Charles is arrived. He and the old gentleman of the house have been laughing at Mr. Marlow's mistake this half-hour. They are coming this way.
Hast. Then I must not be seen. So, now to my fruitless appointment, at the bottom of the garden. This is about the time.
Exit.
Enter Sir Charles and Hardcastle.
Hard. Ha! ha! ha! The peremptory tone in which he sent forth his sublime commands!
Sir Charles. And the reserve with which I suppose he treated all your advances!
Hard. And yet he might have seen something in me above a common inn-keeper too.
Sir Charles. Yes, Dick, but he mistook you for an uncommon inn-keeper, ha! ha! ha!