TOM. Quite alone -- only a servant-maid, please your honor.
RUS. And what part of the town did they go to? 175
TOM. John Ostler says as how, they bid the coachman drive to Grosvenor Square.
SIR H. Soho, puss! yoic[k]s!1
RUS. She is certainly gone to that young rogue. He has got his aunt to fetch her from hence. 180 Or else she is with her own aunt, Lady Freelove. They both live in that part of the town. I'll go to his house; and, in the meanwhile, Sir Harry, you shall step to Lady Freelove's. We'll find her, I warrant you. I'll teach my young mistress to be 185 gadding. She shall marry you to-night. Come along, Sir Harry, come along! We won't lose a minute. Come along!
SIR H. Soho! hark forward! wind 'em and cross 'em! hark forward! yoic[k]s! yoic[k]s! Exeunt. 190
Scene changes to OAKLY'S.
MRS. OAK. After all, that letter was certainly intended for my husband. I see plain enough they are all in a plot against me: my husband intriguing, the Major working him up to affront me, Charles owning his letters, and so playing into each 5 other's hands. They think me a fool, I find; but I'll be too much for them yet. I have desired to speak with Mr. Oakly, and expect him here immediately. His temper is naturally open, and if he thinks my anger abated, and my suspicions laid 10 asleep, he will certainly betray himself by his behavior. I'll assume an air of good humor, pretend to believe the fine story they have trumped up, throw him off his guard, and so draw the secret out of him. Here he comes. How hard it is to dis 15 semble one's anger! O, I could rate him soundly! But I'll keep down my indignation at present, though it chokes me.
O, my dear! I am very glad to see you. Pray sit down. (They sit.) I longed to see you. It 20 seemed an age till I had an opportunity of talking over the silly affair that happened this morning.
OAK. Why really, my dear --
MRS. OAK. Nay, don't look so grave now. Come, it's all over. Charles and you have cleared up 25 matters. I am satisfied.
OAK. Indeed! I rejoice to hear it. You make me happy beyond my expectation. This disposition will insure our felicity. Do but lay aside your cruel, unjust suspicion, and we should never 30 have the least difference.
MRS. OAK. Indeed I begin to think so. I'll endeavor to get the better of it. And really sometimes it is very ridiculous. My uneasiness this morning, for instance! ha, ha, ha! to be so much 35 alarmed about that idle letter, which turned out quite another thing at last. Was not I very angry with you? ha, ha, ha! (Affecting a laugh.)
OAK. Don't mention it. Let us both forget it. Your present cheerfulness makes amends for 40 everything.
MRS. OAK. I am apt to be too violent: I love you too well to be quite easy about you. (Fondly.) Well; no matter. What is become of Charles?
OAK. Poor fellow! he is on the wing, ram 45 bling all over the town in pursuit of this young lady.
MRS. OAK. Where is he gone, pray?
OAK. First of all, I believe, to some of her relations.
MRS. OAK. Relations! who are they? where do they live? 50
OAK. There is an aunt of hers lives just in the neighborhood -- Lady Freelove.
MRS. OAK. Lady Freelove! O, ho! gone to Lady Freelove's, is he? And do you think he will hear anything of her? 55
OAK. I don't know; but I hope so, with all my soul.
MRS. OAK. Hope! with all your soul! Do you hope so? (Alarmed.)
OAK. Hope so! Ye-yes. Why, don't you hope so? (Surprised.) 60
MRS. OAK. Well! Yes, (recovering) O, ay, to be sure. I hope it of all things. You know, my dear, it must give me great satisfaction, as well as yourself, to see Charles well settled.
OAK. I should think so; and really I don't 65 know where he can be settled so well. She is a most deserving young woman, I assure you.
MRS. OAK. You are well acquainted with her then?
OAK. To be sure, my dear; after seeing her so 70 often last summer at the Major's house in the country, and at her father's.
MRS. OAK. So often! OAK. O, ay, very often -- Charles took care of that -- almost every day. 75
MRS. OAK. Indeed! But, pray -- a -- a -- a -- I say, -- a -- a (Confused.)
OAK. What do you say, my dear?
MRS. OAK. I say -- a -- a -- (Stammering.) Is she handsome? 80
OAK. Prodigiously handsome indeed.
MRS. OAK. Prodigiously handsome! And is she reckoned a sensible girl?
OAK. A very sensible, modest, agreeable young lady as ever I knew. You would be ex 85____________________