Enter Humphry and Negro with a trunk.
Humphry. This here is the house, I warrant you;—these crooked figures is enough for to puzzle a lawyer.—He said number two hundred and twenty-one:—two two's and a one stands for that, and there it is. [Knocks,—Servant comes out.] Does one Mr. Frankton live here, pray?
Servant. No;—he is here pretty often though, and I expect he will live here altogether, by and by.
Humphry. Aye, I suppose he's only a lodger;—yes, this must be the place.
Servant. 'Tis not the place you want, I believe.—Mr. Airy lives here.
Humphry. Mr. Airy! Aye, aye, now I've got it.—Here, Mr. What-d'ye-call'um, will you please to tell Miss Mary, somebody wants for to speak to her. [Exit Servant.] Now I've found out the mistake;—since I told him how the old man was a going for to marry him to Miss Mary, he thought he must obey the old fellow, for fear he shou'dn't let him have any of his money, and she's got a swinging fortune, they say; so he sent the trunk to her.—But what shou'd he tell me to take it to Mr. Frankton's for?—Why I suppose he thought I should find him here, for the man says he's here very often:—and then the number on the door; why, that settles the matter at once,—there can't be two numbers alike, in the same street, sartainly:—Yes, he's made one of his old blunders.
Servant returns.
Servant. Please to walk in, sir.
Humphry. Aye, aye;—here, master Cuffy, this way.
[They go in.