Sir W. That’s a good girl; and you, you baggage, in with you (to Tiffany, who goes in.)
Sir W. (shuts the door and locks it) “Safe bind, safe find,” is one of my lady Worret’s favourite proverbs; and that’s the only reason why I in general dislike it (going.)
Enter Falkner.
Sir W. Once more welcome, my dear Falkner. What brings you back so soon?
Falk. You have a daughter—
Sir W. Well, I know I have.
Falk. And a wife.
Sir W. I’m much obliged to you for the information. You have been a widower some years I believe.
Falk. What of that? do you envy me?
Sir W. Envy you! what! because you are a widower? Eh? Zounds, I believe he is laughing at me (aside.)