Sea. Nay, by the sincerity of a miserable man, but you do console me.—Take her o' God's name! I received her not half so willingly as I resign her to you again. (taking Lady Sarah's hand to give her to her brother, which she pulls away from him angrily, and going up to Lord Allcrest, gives him her hand as an act of her own.)
Lady S. If my brother will indeed have the goodness!
Boy. (skipping joyfully.) Sophy! sister Sophy! she is going away from us! is not that nice?
Soph. Hush, George!
Sea. (to Mrs. B. on perceiving her smile to herself.) Yes, madam, I make no doubt, but all this is very amusing to you—you are also come, no doubt, to bestow upon me your contribution of friendly sympathy.
Mrs. B. Indeed, Sir Anthony, recollecting the happiness you have enjoyed, and the woman that shared it with you, you are entitled to no small portion of pity.
Bea. (to Mrs. B.) Fie upon it! fie upon it, Susan! can't you hold out your hand to him, and forgive him nobly, without tacking those little ungracious recollections to it? (to Sea.) Indeed, my dear Seabright, you look upon us all with the suspicious eye of an unfortunate man, but we are truly come to you in kindness and Christian simplicity; and we bring you comfort.
Sea. Yes, Beaumont, you come to me in simplicity. What comfort can you bring to me, ruined
