Loveyet. What a strange circumstance!—You are sure Mr. Airy lives there.
Humphry. Sure and sartin;—why I see the young lady you're a going to be married to, and I give her the trunk; for I think the sarvint said how Mr. Frankton lodg'd there.—I hope there's no harm done.
Loveyet. I hope so too;—I must step in, and see; but this is the last time I shall send you with a message.
[Goes in.
Humphry. Like enough, for I'm a going home in the country to-morrow.
[Exit.
Scene VII. Trueman's House.
Enter Trueman [reading a letter].
This is very unaccountable;—Richard Worthnought, eigh:—I wish, Mr. Worthnought, you had been at my school a while, before you scrawl'd this wretched epistle:—but the subject is still more unintelligible.
Enter Worthnought.