D. That’s a dear. Fine pretty waistcoat on to you, man, Huey.
H. Cost pretty money too.
D. What did it cost, man?
H. Two-and-twenty pence, buttons and all.
D. Take good care of en, man.
H. So I will.
D. That’s a dear.
[The Squire is heard calling the dogs.
D. Dost aw hear? there’s the Squire close to the door. Where shall I put thee? Oh, I’m in such a fright. Wouldn’t for the world that he found thee here this time of night. Get in the wood-corner, quick, out of sight, and I’ll cover thee up with the furze.
H. No.