Helen. There she goes, with a laudable matrimonial resolution. Heigho! with such an example before my eyes, I believe I shall never have resolution to die an old maid. Oh, Charles, Charles—why did you take me at my word!—Bless me! sure I saw him then—’tis he indeed! So, my gentleman, are you there? I’ll just retire and watch his motions a little (retires.)
Enter Charles Austencourt, cautiously.
Charles. What a pretty state am I reduced to? though I am resolved to speak with this ungrateful girl but once more before I leave her for ever; here am I, skulking under the enemy’s batteries as though I was afraid of an encounter!—Yes, I’ll see her, upbraid her, and then leave her for ever! heigho! she’s a false, deceitful—dear, bewitching girl, and—however, I am resolved that nothing on earth—not even her tears, shall now induce me to forgive her. (Tiffany crosses the stage.)
Charles. Ha!—harkye, young woman! pray are the family at home?
Tiffany. My lady is at home, sir—would you please to see her?
Charles. Your lady—do you mean your young lady?
Tiffany. No, sir, I mean my lady.
Charles. What, your old lady?—No—I don’t wish to see her. Are all the rest of the family from home—
Tiffany. No, sir—sir Willoughby is within—I’ll tell him you are here. (going.)
Charles. By no means—stay—stay! what then, they are all at home except Miss Helen.