Lar. Thought that—that—
Mar. Oh, you thought you recognized him? He is like some one you have seen before?
Lar. Yes—yes—yes—like some one I have seen before. But I am very old, darling, and have seen so many faces in my time. Well, well, I think I shall like him. Does he play picquet?
Mar. Indeed I do not know—
Lar. I hope so, I hope so—
Enter Mad. Aubrey.
Mad. H. Ah, my dear cousin, how do you find yourself now? They told me you were ill, and almost frightened me to death.
Lar. Thank ye, cousin, thank ye. It was only a passing weakness.
Mad. A. Indeed, I rejoice to hear it, for I was fearful of some sudden—Oh, why did you not send for me? 'Tis very unkind of you to forget those who love you so.
[Weeps.