Sir W. On every occasion—right or wrong.
Helen. That’s right—Pray, madam, don’t you wish me to marry lord Austencourt?
Lady W. You know my will on that head, Miss Helen!
Helen. Then, papa, of course you wish me to marry Charles Austencourt.
Sir W. What! no such thing—no such thing—what! marry a beggar?
Helen. But you won’t let mamma rule the roast, will you, sir?
Sir W. ’Tis a great match! I believe in that one point we shall still agree—
Lady W. You may spare your persuasions, Madam, and leave the room.
Sir W. What—my daughter leave the room? Stay here, Helen.
Helen. To be sure I shall—I came on purpose to tell you the news! oh, tis a pretty piece of work!