Sir R. Still, Charles, to you I am indebted beyond the power of restitution.
Char. My dear father—no—no dear uncle, I mean, here is the reward I look for.
Helen. Ah, Charles—my lord, I mean, I beg pardon—to be sure papa, ay, and mamma-in-law too, will now no longer withhold their consent.
Sir W. Who, me? Not for the world—hey! mercy on us! I forgot your ladyship (aside) do you wish me to decline the honor?
Lady W. (aside.) Why no, as matters have turned out.
Char. Then Fortune has indeed smiled on me today!
Falk. The cloud of sorrow is passed, and may the sun of joy that now illumines my face, diffuse its cheering rays on all around us.
O’Ded. And sir Willoughby and her ladyship will smile most of us all; for every body knows they’re the happiest man and wife among us.
Helen. And while amongst ourselves we anxious trace
The doubtful smile of joy in every face,
There is a smile, which doubt and danger ends——
The smile of approbation from our friends.
THE END.