Sir Abel. He! he! he! well—but hold—what's the use of my consent without my wife's—bless you! I dare no more approve, without—
Enter Gerald.
Gerald. Health to this worthy company!
Sir Abel. The same to you, sir.
Handy, jun. Who have we here, I wonder?
Gerald. I wish to speak with Sir Abel Handy.
Sir Abel. I am the person.
Gerald. You are married?
Sir Abel. Damn it! he sees it in my face.—Yes, I have that happiness.
Gerald. Is it a happiness?