Humph. Ay, there you are right; press your readiness to go to the bride—he won't let you. [Aside to Bev. Jun.
Bev. Jun. Are you sure of that? [Aside to Humph.
Humph. How he likes being prevented. [Aside.
Sir J. Bev. No, no. You are an hour or two too early. [Looking on his watch.
Bev. Jun. You'll allow me, sir, to think it too late to visit a beautiful, virtuous young woman, in the pride and bloom of life, ready to give herself to my arms; and to place her happiness or misery, for the future, in being agreeable or displeasing to me, is a——Call a chair.
Sir J. Bev. No, no, no, dear Jack; this Sealand is a moody old fellow. There's no dealing with some people but by managing with indifference. We must leave to him the conduct of this day. It is the last of his commanding his daughter.
Bev. Jun. Sir, he can't take it ill, that I am impatient to be hers.
Sir J. Bev. Pray let me govern in this matter; you can't tell how humorsome old fellows are. There's no offering reason to some of 'em, especially when they are rich.—If my son should see him before I've brought old Sealand into better temper, the match would be impracticable. [Aside.
Humph. Pray, sir, let me beg you to let Mr. Bevil go.—See whether he will or not. [Aside to Sir John]—[Then to Bev.] Pray, sir, command yourself; since you see my master is positive, it is better you should not go.