_Lady H._ To yield your power to those the law allows you to govern!--
_Sir Abel._ Is very weak, indeed.
_Everg._ Lady Handy, your very humble servant; I heartily congratulate
you, madam, on your marriage with this worthy gentleman--Sir, I give you
joy.
_Sir Abel._ [_Aside._] Not before 'tis wanted.
_Everg._ Aye, my lady, this match makes up for the imprudence of your
first.
_Lady H._ Hem!
_Sir Abel._ Eh! What!--what's that--Eh! what do you mean?
_Everg._ I mean, sir--that Lady Handy's former husband--
_Sir Abel._ Former husband!--Why, my dear, I never knew--Eh!
_Lady H._ A mumbling old blockhead!--Didn't you, Sir Abel? Yes; I was
rather married many years ago; but my husband went abroad and died.
_Sir Abel._ Died, did he?
_Everg._ Yes, sir, he was a servant in the Castle.
_Sir Abel._ Indeed! So he died--poor fellow!
_Lady H._ Yes.
_Sir Abel._ What, you are sure he died, are you?
_Lady H._ Don't you hear?
_Sir Abel._ Poor fellow! neglected perhaps--had I known it, he should
have had the best advice money could have got.
_Lady H.
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