Andrew to Patrick (going out). Here's a pretty how-d'ye-do! He has made his mother believe that black is white.
Scene VII.
Mrs. L. You see, my son, though I do not wish the servants to be disrespectful to you, I require you to treat them with kindness. They are human beings like you.
Edward (contemptuously). Like me! I should think not.
Mr. S. Yes, sir! They are not rich, to be sure, or born of a high family, nor is it likely that their heads will ever burst with the knowledge a fine, thorough education gives; but they are capable of every good and noble quality of the heart. Do you understand?
Edward. Yes, Mr. Sherwood.
Mrs. L. Try to make everybody love you.
Edward. Dear mamma, I don't care for any love but yours.
Mr. S. But you must care for the respect and friendship of others; which, as Addison says, "improves happiness and abates misery, by doubling our joys and dividing our griefs."
Edward (sneeringly). He talks like a book, don't he, mamma?