Trueman. Upon my erudition, you have been too precipitate, Harriet; but I have no reason to think, you will repent it; you, therefore, have my sincerest benediction.
[Raising her.
Maria. I give you joy, my dear.
[To Harriet.
Frankton. Now all my fears have vanished.
[Aside, and goes to Young Loveyet.
Loveyet. By my body, you have made quick work of it, Charles.
Charles. For fear of the worst, I have.
[Aside.
Loveyet. But—but are you in favour of the new Constitution yet?