MISS SKY. Seventy-two--I've told you so twenty times.
PIN. Dear me, then I must have asked that question twenty times. _Now_ what more can I say, I wonder? Is there anything in the room I can talk about? _(Looks about.)_ Nice place this, isn't it?
PIN. I've soon finished _that_ subject. I wish she'd say something--I can't find conversation for _one_, much more two!
MISS SKY. _(Singing.)_ "Oh, bear me to some distant shore or solitary cell."
PIN. You are partial to singing, ar'n't you?
PIN. Yes, I could hardly get through the first verse of my song. In fact, I didn't get through it.
PIN. When I begun, everybody looked at me so hard, that I felt so confused that I jumped up, rushed out of the house, and ran all the way home. And--and when I looked in the glass there, I found I had come away with the footman's laced hat on my head!
PIN. Yes. _(Aside.)_ Well I think I have talked more to her this morning than ever I did before--I know I only want encouragement. Oh! when shall I be able to touch upon the tender topic--I never shall get heart to venture--it's odd she never alludes to my letters. I suppose she receives them. I've written another to her, asking for the state of her feelings--I'll be my own postman, then I shall be sure she has it. _(Slowly takes a letter from waistcoat pocket.)_ I'll throw it in her lap, and run out of the house!
[_Throws it in her lap, jumps up, and is running off, when DAMPER'S voice is heard without._ Huzza! Victory! victory!
DAM. Ha! ha! I've saved you, you villain! Miss Kitty, once more I've saved him.
DAM. That designing woman, Miss Coy, was at the appointed place waiting for her victim sure enough. There was the chaise too; but what do you think? there was also the full-grown young man in earnest conversation with her. When we appeared, he tried to avoid us. We demanded who he was--she refused to explain. One word led to another--I told her all I had heard of her. She flew into a rage, showered her abuse upon me, whilst I dragged away my friend.
NIG. She's at the door, chaise and all. What's to be done?
DAM. She sha'n't come in--let her knock. There is no doubt of the truth of the report. That young man is her son; and this infatuated old fellow was going to join his fate with such a character! Hav'n't I saved you from perdition?