Mar. Bless me, Mr. Royston! can't you just leave it alone, and he'll take no notice of it.
Roy. O! if he takes no notice of it, that is a different thing, Miss Withrington; but dont be uneasy, I'll manage it all: I'll conduct the whole business.
Ag. (Aside to Withrington.) O! my good sir! this fool will ruin every thing.
With. Be quiet, Agnes, we are in for it now.
Roy. Let me remember my lesson too. Here is the letter for him, with the seal as naturally broken, as if the lady had done it herself. Harwood will wonder, now, how I came to know about all this. 'Faith! I believe, he thinks me a strange diving, penetrating, kind of a genius, already, and he is not far wrong, perhaps. You know me, cousin Withrington: ha, ha, ha, ha! You know me.
Ag. O! I wish it were over, and we were out of this house again!
Roy. Dont be uneasy, ma'am. I'll manage every thing. Jonathan, (Enter Jonathan,) dont you go and tell Mr. Harwood that I have got company here.
Jon. No, no, your honour, I knows better than that; for the ladies are to be behind the screen, sir, and he must know nothing of the matter, to be sure. I'ficken! it will be rare sport!
Ag. (Starting.) I hear a knock at the door.
Roy. It is him, I dare say, run Jonathan.
