Loveyet. How!—Was you not with Harriet Trueman, this morning?
Charles. Yes, sir; but I have no intention to supplant your son, I assure you; on the contrary, it is the supreme wish of my heart, that his love may be rewarded with so rich a treasure as the amiable Harriet.
Loveyet. He shall be rewarded with a much richer one, if he is wise enough to think so.
Charles. If it be wisdom to prefer another to Harriet, then may I ever remain a fool!
[Aside.
Loveyet. But pray, sir, what is your business with me?
Charles. My business is first to know if you have any objection to my marrying Miss Trueman, sir.
Loveyet. What a paradoxical fellow this is! [Aside.]—Did not you this minute say, you did not intend to have her?
Charles. I did not, sir; I mean to have her if possible, and that without disappointing your son; but I shall explain myself better, by telling you who I am. Look at me well, sir—did you never see such a face before?
Loveyet. I hope I am not talking to a lunatic! [Aside.]—Yes, I saw you this morning.