Sir W. No, no. Here Tiffany! (enter Tiffany) Miss Pert here shall keep you company. I’ll have no whisperings through key-holes, nor letters thrust under doors.
Helen. And you’ll really lock me up in that room!
Sir W. Upon my soul I will.
Helen. Now, dear papa, be persuaded; take my advice, and don’t.
Sir W. If I don’t, I wish you may be in Charles Austencourt’s arms in three minutes from this present speaking.
Helen. And if you do, take my word for it I might be in his arms if I chose, in less than two minutes from this present warning.
Sir W. Might you so? Ha, ha! I’ll give you leave if you can: for unless you jump into them out of the window, I’ll defy the devil and all his imps to bring you together.
Helen. We shall come together without their assistance, depend on it, papa.
Sir W. Very well; and now, my dear, walk in.
Helen. With all my heart; only remember you had better not. (He puts her in.)