Enter Old Loveyet.
Old Loveyet. Madam, your most obedient;—Sir, your servant.
Loveyet. [Bows.] I find he does not know me:—Nature, be still; for now I feel he is indeed my father.
Harriet. Mr. Loveyet, I am happy to see you.
Old Loveyet. She would not be quite so happy, if she knew my errand. [Aside.]—I have waited on you, madam, upon disagreeable business.
Harriet. How, sir?—I beg you will not leave me in suspense: What is it?
Old Loveyet. It is a matter of a delicate nature, madam, and therefore, must not be spoken at random.
Loveyet. Heaven avert any unfavourable event!
[Aside.
Harriet. Mr. Loveyet, your cautious innuendoes give me sensible uneasiness.