Par. Please, sir, here’s a gentleman to see you.
Ch. Oh, my solicitor, no doubt. Show him up.
Par. And please, some persons have called to see you about an advertisement.
Ch. Oh, Symperson’s servants. To be sure. Show up the gentleman, and tell the others to wait.
[Exit Parker.
Enter Belvawney. He looks very miserable.
Ch. Belvawney! This is unexpected. (Much confused.)
Bel. Yes, Cheviot. At last we meet. Don’t, oh don’t, frown upon a heartbroken wretch.
Ch. Belvawney, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I will not disguise from you that, not having seen you for three months, I was in hopes that I had got rid of you for ever.
Bel. Oh, Cheviot, don’t say that, I am so unhappy. And you have it in your power to make me comfortable. Do this, and I will bless you with my latest breath!