TOM FASHION.
Madam, a thousand years—a whole week.
MISS HOYDEN.
Why, I thought it was to be tomorrow morning, as soon as I was up. I’m sure nurse told me so.
TOM FASHION.
And it shall be tomorrow morning, if you’ll consent.
MISS HOYDEN.
If I’ll consent! Why I thought I was to obey you as my husband.
TOM FASHION.
That’s when we are married. Till then, I’m to obey you.
MISS HOYDEN.
Why then, if we are to take it by turns, it’s the same thing. I’ll obey you now, and when we are married you shall obey me.
TOM FASHION.
With all my heart. But I doubt we must get nurse on our side, or we shall hardly prevail with the chaplain.
MISS HOYDEN.
No more we shan’t, indeed; for he loves her better than he loves his pulpit, and would always be a-preaching to her by his good will.
TOM FASHION.
Why then, my dear, if you’ll call her hither we’ll persuade her presently.
MISS HOYDEN.
O Lud! I’ll tell you a way how to persuade her to anything.