Gerald. That's your wife's voice—I know it.
Sir Abel. So do I.
Gerald. I'll wait without—Cry, "Hem!" when you want me.
Sir Abel. Then you need not go far—
[Exit Gerald.
I dare not believe it—I should go out of my wits—and then if he fail, what a pickle I shall be in! Here she is.
Enter Lady Handy.
Lady H. So, sir, I have found you at last?
Handy, jun. My honoured mamma, you have just come in time to give your consent to my marriage with my sweet Susan.
Lady H. And do you imagine I will agree to such degradation?