Mat. Poor Tom! He’s an innocent boy, and he’s fond of me, and I like him too, and it’s a pity he ain’t rich. And now who’s the gentleman with the command of ready money who’s proposed for me, I’d like to know?
Enter Biddy.
Bid. Mr. Whipple.
[Exit Biddy.
Enter Whipple.
Whi. Miss Matilda, don’t think me premature for calling, but I came because I really couldn’t wait any longer.
Mat. And ye did right; sit ye down.
Whi. I couldn’t help it; you’re not angry? (Sits.)
Mat. Not I! If ye couldn’t help it, what were ye to do? (Sits.)
Whi. I declare I haven’t slept a wink all night from anxiety.