Reiss. But perhaps your son might form connections--
Clar. A fig for every connection; cannot he form connections unless his father be mayor?
Reiss. The world has its prejudices--
Clar. Not I.
Reiss. To whom it is often prudent to yield.
Clar. No, Sir, no!
Reiss. But, suppose your son should wish to rise still higher?
Clar. Then God grant it do him good! that is my cordial wish. But I shall remain where I am, and I shall not climb after him.
Reiss. Well then, I must speak plain to you; your son pays his addresses to my daughter.
Clar. Does he? that is well done. Your daughter is an amiable young lady.