Everg. Lady Handy, your very humble servant; I heartily congratulate you, madam, on your marriage with this worthy gentleman—Sir, I give you joy.
Sir Abel. [Aside.] Not before 'tis wanted.
Everg. Aye, my lady, this match makes up for the imprudence of your first.
Lady H. Hem!
Sir Abel. Eh! What!—what's that—Eh! what do you mean?
Everg. I mean, sir—that Lady Handy's former husband—
Sir Abel. Former husband!—Why, my dear, I never knew—Eh!
Lady H. A mumbling old blockhead!—Didn't you, Sir Abel? Yes; I was rather married many years ago; but my husband went abroad and died.
Sir Abel. Died, did he?
Everg. Yes, sir, he was a servant in the Castle.