Henry. There is your daughter.
Sir Philip. My child! my Emma, revive!
Henry. [Apart.] Aye—now to unfold the mystery—The avenue to the eastern wing is still passable—the chamber not yet in flames—the present moment lost, and all is closed for ever. I will be satisfied, or perish.
[Exit.
Miss B. Am I restor'd to my dear father's arms?
Sir Philip. Yes, only blessing of my life! In future thy wishes shall be mine—thy happiness my joy.
Enter Handy, jun. and Susan.
Handy, jun. My dear friend safe! and the lovely Emma in his arms! Then let the bonfire blaze.
Sir Philip. But, Emma, where is your Henry? I wish to be just to him—I wish to thank him.
Miss B. He has withdrawn, to avoid our gratitude.—