CHARLOT.
Very obliging, Sir. But suppose now, Sir, it should appear that the attention of Sir Luke Limp is directed to some other object, would not that induce you to—
SERJEANT.
Other object! Where?
CHARLOT.
In this very house.
SERJEANT.
Here! why the girl is non compos; there's nobody here, child, but a parcel of Abigals.
CHARLOT.
No, Sir?