Pri. (still drunk). George, your conduct is schandalush: your master’s daughter is married to-day, and you take no more notish of the event than a cow, than a cow or calf; you’ve no heart, George, you’ve no shoul.
George. But, sir—
Pri. Hold your tongue; pray for her happiness, and go down and tell her I’m coming.
[Exit George.
Enter Lucy 1 E. L., veil in hand, and long cloak on, hiding
figure.
Luc. (perceiving flowers). Oh, what a charming change! I congratulate you, sir.
Pri. I’ll tell her, madam, she will be delighted; such a day, you understand, madam. If she’s only happy! May heaven—
Cha. He’s having a reel in the next room now.
Luc. Who are you talking about?