Postb. Sir, you know you have broke the horses' knees all to pieces.
Handy, jun. Hush, there's a guinea.
[Apart.
Sir Abel. [To Ashfield.] You see, Bob can do everything. But, sir, when you knew I had arrived from Germany, why did you not pay your duty to me in London?
Handy, jun. Sir, I heard you were but four days married, and I would not interrupt your honeymoon.
Sir Abel. Four days! oh, you might have come.
[Sighing.
Handy, jun. I hear you have taken to your arms a simple rustic, unsophisticated by fashionable follies—a full blown blossom of nature.
Sir Abel. Yes!
Handy, jun. How does it answer?