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Ag. Come, come, let us hide ourselves. (All get behind the screen but Royston.)

Roy. Ay, ay, it will do very well. (Looking at the screen.)

''Ag. (Behind.)'' Mariane, dont breathe so loud.

Mar. (Behind.) I dont breathe loud.

''Ag. (Behind.)'' Do uncle draw in the edge of your coat.

''With. (Behind.)'' Poo, silly girl! they can't see a bit of it.

Roy. Ha! your servant, my dear Colonel. How goes it, Harwood? I bid my man tell you I was alone, and very much disposed for your good company; but I am doubly fortunate. (Bowing to the Colonel.)

Col. Indeed, Royston, I have been pretty much with him these two days past, and I dont believe he gives me great thanks for my company. I am like an old horse running after a colt, the young devil never fails to turn now and then, and give him a kick for his pains.

Har. Nay, my good friend, I must be an ass's colt, then. I am sure, I mean it not, but I am not happy, and I fear I have been peevish with you.

''Roy. (Attempting to look arch)'' Peevish, and all that, perhaps, the young man is in love, Colonel.