Mrs. Hard. (From behind.) Sure he'll do the dear boy no harm.
Hard. But I heard a voice here; I should be glad to know from whence it came.
Tony. It was I, sir; talking to myself, sir. I was saying, that forty miles in three hours, was very good going—hem! As, to be sure, it was—hem! I have got a sort of cold by being out in the air. We'll go in, if you please—hem!
Hard. But if you talked to yourself, you did not answer yourself. I am certain I heard two voices, and am resolved (Raising his voice) to find the other out.
Mrs. Hard. (From behind.) Oh! he's coming to find me out. Oh!
Tony. What need you go, sir, if I tell you—hem! I'll lay down my life for the truth—hem! I'll tell you all, sir.
Detaining him.
Hard. I tell you, I will not be detained. I insist on seeing. It's in vain to expect I'll believe you.
Mrs. Hard. (Running forward from behind.) O lud, he'll murder my poor boy, my darling. Here, good gentleman, whet your rage upon me. Take my money, my life; but spare that young gentleman, spare my child, if you have any mercy.
Hard. My wife! as I'm a Christian. From whence can she come, or what does she mean?