touch him; it does young people good to pat the cheeks of a benevolent old man. (Mor. embraces them affectionately.)
Wil. B. (joining the children in caressing Mor.)—My dear Mr. Morgan, I love you with all my soul!—And my sweet Sophy—my good Sophy, don't you love him too?—She is such a good girl, Mr. Morgan!
Mor. So she is, William; and she must have a good husband by-and-bye to reward her. I dare say we shall find some body or other willing to have her. (smiling archly upon William, who looks abashed; and letting go Sophy's hand retires behind.)
Sea. (to Mor.) I have now voice enough, my generous friend, to say that I am sensible of your goodness: but there are feelings which depress me
Mor. Say no more about it, my good Sir; I am happy, and I would have every body to rejoice with me.
Lord A. (to Mor. leading forward Lady Sarah.) And every body does rejoice with you, my good Sir. Permit me to assure you, that tho', perhaps, somewhat injured with the ways of the world, I have not been an unfeeling spectator of what has pass'd; and I believe Lady Sarah also has not looked upon it with indifference. (turning to Sea.) Now, Sir Anthony, I would, if possible, part friends with you; and I have a favour to request, which will, if
