Wilf. Yes, sir; I marry. Once the earldom comes into my line, I
shall take measures to perpetuate its remaining there. I marry,
sir! I do not say that I shall love. My heart has changed
mistresses too often to settle down in one servitude now, sir. But
fill, I pray you, friends. This, if I mistake not, is the day
whence I shall date my new fortunes; and, for that reason, hither
have I invited you, that, having been so long my boon companions,
you shall be the first to congratulate me.

[Enter Waiter]

Waiter. You are wanted, Master Wilford.

Wilf. By whom?

Waiter. One Master Walter.

Wilf. His lordship's agent! News, sirs! Show him in!

[Waiter goes out]

My heart's a prophet, sirs--The Earl is dead.

[Enter MASTER WALTER]

Well, Master Walter. How accost you me?

Wal. As your impatience shows me you would have me.
My Lord, the Earl of Rochdale!