Miss B. Did you say lover? I—I mistook.—No—a young man called Henry obtained the prize.
Sir Philip. And how did Mr. Handy succeed?
Miss B. Oh! It was so ridiculous!—I will tell you, papa, what happened to him.
Sir Philip. To Mr. Handy?
Miss B. Yes; as soon as the contest was over Henry presented himself. I was surprised at seeing a young man so handsome and elegant as Henry is.—Then I placed the medal round Henry's neck, and was told, that poor Henry—
Sir Philip. Henry!—So, my love, this is your account of Mr. Robert Handy!
Miss B. Yes, papa—no, papa—he came afterwards, dressed so ridiculously, that even Henry could not help smiling.
Sir Philip. Henry again!
Miss B. Then we had a dance.
Sir Philip. Of course you danced with your lover?