Harriet. I shall be ready to obey you, Sir.
Sir Robert. Well, but Mr. Quicksett believe me, when he is got off this folly, the young Man may still make a figure.
(Enter ROGER)
Roger. Odds my heart! He'll be downstairs presently; a has taken another frolick, as he calls it, but if he sticks to it, it will be the best frolick I ever knew un to take.
Sir Robert. What's the matter Roger?
Roger. It will do your Heart good to see un—but here a comes.
(Enter JACK in an English Dress)
Jack. There Gentlemen, behold me once more an honest Englishman.
Quicksett. Why now, indeed, he looks like something.
Sir Robert. Can this be in earnest Lad?