Loveyet. You must let him take it to number two hundred and twenty-one, Broadway;—will you remember the direction?
Humphry. Yes, number two hundred and twenty-one, Broadway.
Loveyet. Right;—and enquire for Mr. Frankton, and tell him who it is from.
Humphry. Aye, aye, let me alone for that.
[Exit, with Negro.
Loveyet [manet].
I think I am even with the old gentleman now;—but I lament the necessity of this conduct; and, if a man could eat and digest matrimony, without a little matter of money, I would forgive my unreasonable father, with all my heart; and he might eat his gold himself; though, by the bye, this sum of money, in equity and good conscience, is mine.—Now he wants to cross my inclination, by making me the rival of my friend;—what a strange whim! But if I don't trick him out of his project and his money too, it shall not be my fault.
[Exit.
Scene II. Mr. Friendly's House.
Harriet [solus].