Yes, it is you that I want. I have something to say to you.
DICKENSON.
At your pleasure, Sir.
CHARVILLE.
It is the little cottage by the brook which you wished to have for your sister?
DICKENSON.
Yes, please your honour, but you said it could not be spared; so I would not tease you about it any more.
CHARVILLE.
She shall have it.
DICKENSON.
Bless your honour! and the widow's blessing shall be upon you also. It is so very good of you to think of that just now: it is more than I could have expected.
CHARVILLE.
Well, say no more about it; the cottage is hers.—(Dickensonbows gratefully, and is got as far as the door, to go away.)—Come back, Dickenson.
