Belvil. Snapp'd up a ward, peradventure, and the whole Chancery at your heels?
Mr. H. I don't use to travel with such cumbersome luggage.
Belvil. You ha'n't taken a purse?
Mr. H. To relieve you at once from all disgraceful conjecture, you must know, 'tis nothing but the sound of my name.
Belvil Ridiculous! 'tis true yours is none of the most romantic; but what can that signify in a man?
Mr. H. You must understand that I am in some credit with the ladies.
Belvil. With the ladies!
Mr. H. And truly I think not without some pretensions. My fortune—
Belvil. Sufficiently splendid, if I may judge from your appearance.
Mr. H. My figure—