ACT III.
SCENE I. A small country inn near Seabright's house. Beaumont, Morgan, and William Beaumont.
Bea. (to Mor.) Well, my good Sir, how do you like travelling once more a little easy forenoon's journey in your native country?
Mor. Every thing in my native country is pleasant to me, or at least ought to be so: but I don't know; I return to it again like a dog to a deserted house; he begins to wag his tail at the threshold, but there is no body to welcome him in: there is another generation grown up that knows not me; there is nothing but young people now in the world.
Bea. But those young people will love and esteem you, and honour you. The caresses even of cheerful infancy go very kindly to an old man's heart. Come, come! you shall see the promising family your niece has left behind her, and your heart will warm to them. Seabright has, I fear, set an ungracious step-mother over their head; but she, perhaps, looks more so than she is.—Here comes our landlady.
