Sir Abel. No! you ought to be at the Castle—Sir Philip is there, and Miss Blandford is there, and Lady Handy is there, and therefore—
Handy, jun. You are not there. In one word, I shall not marry Miss Blandford.
Sir Abel. Indeed! who told you so?
Handy, jun. One who never lies—and, therefore, one I am determined to make a friend of—my conscience.
Sir Abel. But zounds! sir, what excuse have you?
Handy, jun. [Taking Susan's hand.] A very fair one, sir—is not she?
Sir Abel. Why, yes, sir, I can't deny it—but, 'sdeath, sir, this overturns my best plan!
Handy, jun. No, sir; for a parent's best plan is his son's happiness, and that it will establish. Come, give us your consent. Consider how we admire all your wonderful inventions.
Sir Abel. No, not my plough, Bob—but 'tis a devilish clever plough.
Handy, jun. I dare say it is. Come, sir, consent, and perhaps, in our turn, we may invent something that may please you.