Pray, how do you like the city, Sir?
JONATHAN
Ma'am!—
JENNY
I say, Sir, how do you like New-York?
JONATHAN
Ma'am!—
JENNY
The stupid creature! but I must pass some little time with him, if it is only to endeavour to learn whether it was his master that made such an abrupt entrance into our house, and my young mistress's heart, this morning. [Aside.] As you don't seem to like to talk, Mr. Jonathan—do you sing?
JONATHAN Gor, I—I am glad she asked that, for I forgot what Mr.
Jessamy bid me say, and I dare as well be hanged as act what he bid me
do, I'm so ashamed. [Aside.] Yes, Ma'am, I can sing—I can sing Mear,
Old Hundred, and Bangor.