MISS NEVILLE. Agreeable cousin! Who can help admiring that natural humour, that pleasant, broad, red, thoughtless (patting his cheek)--ah!
it"s a bold face.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. Pretty innocence!
TONY. I"m sure I always loved cousin Con."s hazle eyes, and her pretty long fingers, that she twists this way and that over the haspicholls, like a parcel of bobbins.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. Ah! he would charm the bird from the tree. I was never so happy before. My boy takes after his father, poor Mr.
Lumpkin, exactly. The jewels, my dear Con., shall be yours incontinently. You shall have them. Isn"t he a sweet boy, my dear?
You shall be married to-morrow, and we"ll put off the rest of his education, like Dr. Drowsy"s sermons, to a fitter opportunity.
Enter DIGGORY.
DIGGORY. Where"s the "squire? I have got a letter for your worship.
TONY. Give it to my mamma. She reads all my letters first.
DIGGORY. I had orders to deliver it into your own hands.
TONY. Who does it come from?
DIGGORY. Your worship mun ask that o" the letter itself.
TONY. I could wish to know though (turning the letter, and gazing on it).
MISS NEVILLE. (Aside.) Undone! undone! A letter to him from Hastings. I know the hand. If my aunt sees it, we are ruined for ever. I"ll keep her employed a little if I can. (To MRS.
HARDCASTLE.) But I have not told you, madam, of my cousin"s smart answer just now to Mr. Marlow. We so laughed.--You must know, madam.--This way a little, for he must not hear us. [They confer.]
TONY. (Still gazing.) A d.a.m.ned cramp piece of penmanship, as ever I saw in my life. I can read your print hand very well. But here are such handles, and shanks, and dashes, that one can scarce tell the head from the tail.--"To Anthony Lumpkin, Esquire." It"s very odd, I can read the outside of my letters, where my own name is, well enough; but when I come to open it, it"s all----buzz. That"s hard, very hard; for the inside of the letter is always the cream of the correspondence.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. Ha! ha! ha! Very well, very well. And so my son was too hard for the philosopher.
MISS NEVILLE. Yes, madam; but you must hear the rest, madam. A little more this way, or he may hear us. You"ll hear how he puzzled him again.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. He seems strangely puzzled now himself, methinks.
TONY. (Still gazing.) A d.a.m.ned up and down hand, as if it was disguised in liquor.--(Reading.) Dear Sir,--ay, that"s that. Then there"s an M, and a T, and an S, but whether the next be an izzard, or an R, confound me, I cannot tell.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. What"s that, my dear? Can I give you any a.s.sistance?
MISS NEVILLE. Pray, aunt, let me read it. n.o.body reads a cramp hand better than I. (Twitching the letter from him.) Do you know who it is from?
TONY. Can"t tell, except from d.i.c.k Ginger, the feeder.
MISS NEVILLE. Ay, so it is. (Pretending to read.) Dear "Squire, hoping that you"re in health, as I am at this present. The gentlemen of the Shake-bag club has cut the gentlemen of Goose-green quite out of feather. The odds--um--odd battle--um--long fighting--um--here, here, it"s all about c.o.c.ks and fighting; it"s of no consequence; here, put it up, put it up. (Thrusting the crumpled letter upon him.)
TONY. But I tell you, miss, it"s of all the consequence in the world.
I would not lose the rest of it for a guinea. Here, mother, do you make it out. Of no consequence! (Giving MRS. HARDCASTLE the letter.)
MRS. HARDCASTLE. How"s this?--(Reads.) "Dear "Squire, I"m now waiting for Miss Neville, with a post-chaise and pair, at the bottom of the garden, but I find my horses yet unable to perform the journey. I expect you"ll a.s.sist us with a pair of fresh horses, as you promised.
Dispatch is necessary, as the HAG (ay, the hag), your mother, will otherwise suspect us! Yours, Hastings." Grant me patience. I shall run distracted! My rage chokes me.
MISS NEVILLE. I hope, madam, you"ll suspend your resentment for a few moments, and not impute to me any impertinence, or sinister design, that belongs to another.
MRS. HARDCASTLE. (Curtseying very low.) Fine spoken, madam, you are most miraculously polite and engaging, and quite the very pink of courtesy and circ.u.mspection, madam. (Changing her tone.) And you, you great ill-fashioned oaf, with scarce sense enough to keep your mouth shut: were you, too, joined against me? But I"ll defeat all your plots in a moment. As for you, madam, since you have got a pair of fresh horses ready, it would be cruel to disappoint them. So, if you please, instead of running away with your spark, prepare, this very moment, to run off with ME. Your old aunt Pedigree will keep you secure, I"ll warrant me. You too, sir, may mount your horse, and guard us upon the way. Here, Thomas, Roger, Diggory! I"ll show you, that I wish you better than you do yourselves. [Exit.]
MISS NEVILLE. So now I"m completely ruined.
TONY. Ay, that"s a sure thing.
MISS NEVILLE. What better could be expected from being connected with such a stupid fool,--and after all the nods and signs I made him?
TONY. By the laws, miss, it was your own cleverness, and not my stupidity, that did your business. You were so nice and so busy with your Shake-bags and Goose-greens, that I thought you could never be making believe.
Enter HASTINGS.
HASTINGS. So, sir, I find by my servant, that you have shown my letter, and betrayed us. Was this well done, young gentleman?
TONY. Here"s another. Ask miss there, who betrayed you. Ecod, it was her doing, not mine.
Enter MARLOW.
MARLOW. So I have been finely used here among you. Rendered contemptible, driven into ill manners, despised, insulted, laughed at.
TONY. Here"s another. We shall have old Bedlam broke loose presently.
MISS NEVILLE. And there, sir, is the gentleman to whom we all owe every obligation.
MARLOW. What can I say to him, a mere boy, an idiot, whose ignorance and age are a protection?
HASTINGS. A poor contemptible b.o.o.by, that would but disgrace correction.
MISS NEVILLE. Yet with cunning and malice enough to make himself merry with all our embarra.s.sments.
HASTINGS. An insensible cub.
MARLOW. Replete with tricks and mischief.
TONY. Baw! damme, but I"ll fight you both, one after the other----with baskets.
MARLOW. As for him, he"s below resentment. But your conduct, Mr.
Hastings, requires an explanation. You knew of my mistakes, yet would not undeceive me.