Miss B. I hope I shall find him more composed.
Handy, jun. Is Sir Philip ill?
Miss B. His spirits are extremely depressed, and since we arrived here this morning his dejection has dreadfully increased.
Handy, jun. But I hope we shall be able to laugh away despondency.
Miss B. Sir, if you are pleased to consider my esteem as an object worth your possession, I know no way of obtaining it so certain as by your shewing every attention to my dear father.
[As they are going,
Enter Ashfield.
Ash. Dame! Dame! she be come!
Dame. Who? Susan! our dear Susan?
Ash. Ees—zo—come along—Oh, Sir Abel! Lady Nelly, your spouse, do order you to go to her directly!