[Gives it to Loveyet.
Loveyet. [Opens the letter and reads.] I am heartily glad, 'faith! [Reads again.]—'Od's my life, I'm as happy as the Great Mogul, and as good-natur'd—
Humphry. That's clever; I likes to see people good-natur'd,—it makes me as happy as the Great Pogul.
Loveyet. I'll go tell old Trueman's daughter, Charles is coming, but not for her—I know she'll be mortify'd, poor girl, but I can't help that. Who gave you this letter?
Humphry. Why your son, to be sure.
Loveyet. When did you leave the Havanna, pray?
Humphry. The Havanna?
Loveyet. Yes, are you not from the West-Indies?
Humphry. Who—me?—not I.
Loveyet. Why, what the plague makes you think he was my son, then?