Tom. Why, you don’t mean to tell me you don’t know me?
Mat. ’Deed, and I don’t then. And yet I seem to have seen yer face before?
Tom. ’Deed, and you have, and you’ve kissed it before.
Mat. I don’t rimimber kissin’ it.
O’Fi. You observe, sorr. She don’t rimimber kissin’ it.
Mat. Oh, papa! (Crying.)
O’Fi. What’s the matter, my dear?
Mat. There’s somethin’ about him that remoinds me of poor Tom!
O’Fi. There’s a faint resemblance; I remarked it meself. (Wipes his eyes.)
Tom. Now, Matilda, don’t you deny me? I’ve loved you so long in spite of your not having any money, and although you do go with the bills, and although you are older than I am, don’t turn against me now. Oh, you do look so pretty! (Puts his arm round her and kisses her.)