Mrs. P. Come, tell me all about it! Do not fear—
I, too, have loved; but that was long ago!
Who is the object of your young affections?
Con. Hush, mother! He is here!
Enter Dr. Daly. He is pensive, and does not see them. He sits on stool.
Mrs. P. (amazed).Our reverend vicar!
Con. Oh, pity me, my heart is almost broken!
Mrs. P. My child, be comforted. To such an union
I shall not offer any opposition.
Take him—he’s yours! May you and he be happy!