With. I know well enough it was there. And if I remember well, George Buckner was one of us. (Agnes gives a gentle hem to suppress a cough.)
Har. (eagerly.) You was going to speak, Miss Withrington?
Ag. Indeed, I was not.
With. Well, George Buckner and two three more of us—We were in a very pleasant humour that night (Agnes making a slight motion of her hand to fasten some pin in her dress.)
Har. (eagerly.) Do you not want something? (To Agnes.)
Ag. No, I thank you, I want nothing.
With. (Half amused, half peevish.) Nay, say what you please to one another, for my story is ended.
Har. My dear sir, we are perfectly attentive.
Ag. Now, pray, uncle!
With. to Ag. Now pray hold thy tongue. I forgot, I must consult the Court Calendar on Royston's account. (Goes to a table and takes up a red book, which he turns over.)
Ag. to Har. How could you do so to my uncle? I would not have interrupted him for the world.
Har. Ay, chide me well: I dearly love to be chidden.
Ag. Do not invite me to it. I am said to have a very good gift that way, and you would soon have too much of it, I believe.
Har. O no! I would come every hour to be chidden!
