Dor. It is my father, of whom I spoke unto your worship. Father, this is Sir Jasper Combe.
Dan. (heartily). At your worship’s service, Sir Jasper. I’ve naught to say, sir, but what’s been said by better men—“Welcome to Combe-Raven.” I’ll go bail my Dorothy’s said it already.
Jas. Indeed, she has given me a very kindly greeting, Master Druce. I was telling thy daughter how I came to be wifeless and childless; and how, desolate as I am, I envy thee thy good fortune in having so fair a little nurse to cosset thee in thine old age. Take heed, though, that she be not taken from thee, and at brief notice too, one of these days! (During this speech Dan’l has gradually recognized Sir Jasper. He is stupefied with terror, and staggers back on anvil.) I say, take care that she be not taken from thee one of these days.
Dan (still stupefied). By whom? Taken from me by whom?
Jas. (laughing). Oh, never fear me, Dan’l—by some far younger man than I!
Dan. Ay, ay—to be married. Ah, mebbe, mebbe!
Dor. Father, is aught amiss?
Dan. (faintly). No, lass, no; take no heed o’ me.
Dor. (leading him to stool). My father hath been working in the heat of the day, and he is faint.
Dan. Yes, I’ve—I’ve been working hard. Take no heed o’ me. I’m better now. I’m an old man, and weaker than o’ yore. Take no heed.