Florid. Dear Sir, that's the very thing I'm about—the young Gentleman has really very delicate Sensations, and when I have fixed in him certain determinations to be pleas'd with the complex forms of Beauty, Regularity, Order, Harmony and Proportion—
Quicksett. I am very much obliged to you, Sir—but I am as far to seek as ever. And so now I'll go to the coffeehouse and see if the Papers mention the taking of any more French ships.
Sir Robert. Nay, but Mr. Quicksett—don't be in such a hurry, my Son shall be call'd upon.
Quicksett. No, I won't disturb him—I'll call again in the Evening.
Sir Robert. Well, well, I'll step to the coffe house with you—will you dine with us?
Quicksett. No, I am to dine with Sergeant Interrogatory in Chancery Lane—but I'll call in the Evening.
Florid. You may make yourself perfectly easy about the young Gentleman—you'll find every Word I have said to be true.
(Exit Sir Robert and Quicksett)
Florid. (Alone) I have already fixed a ridiculous Aposiation of Ideas in my young Pupil's Mind concerning Marriage. If I can bring him to decline it, I shall see whether I can't awaken Miss Harriet's Affections in my own behalf—I have almost finish'd a short Treatise upon Beauty, which I shall dedicate to her. I must make all I can of this family; and then the pleasures of Imagination will strike the Internal Sense with a finer Impulse, when some Ideas of Property concur.
(Enter SIDEBOARD)