Marl. Really, sir, I have not that happiness.
Hard. Come boy, I'm an old fellow, and know what's what, as well as you that are younger. I know what has passed between you; but mum.
Marl. Sure, sir, nothing has passed between us, but the most profound respect on my side, and the most distant reserve on hers. You don't think, sir, that my impudence has been passed upon all the rest of the family.
Hard. Impudence! No, I don't say that—Not quite impudence—Though girls like to be played with, and rumpled a little too sometimes. But she has told no tales I assure you.
Marl. I never gave her the slightest cause.
Hard. Well, well, I like modesty in its place well enough. But this is over-acting, young gentleman. You may be open. Your father and I will like you the better for it.
Marl. May I die, sir, if I ever——
Hard. I tell you, she don't dislike you; and as I'm sure you like her——
Marl. Dear sir—I protest, sir——
Hard. I see no reason why you should not be joined as fast as the parson can tie you.