Mr. H. Another tolerable specimen of the comforts of going anonymous!
Enter Two Footmen.
1st Footman. You speak first.
2d Footman. You had better speak.
1st Footman. You promised to begin.
Mr. H. They have something to say to me. The rascals want their wages raised, I suppose; there is always a favor to be asked when they come smiling. Well, poor rogues, service is but a hard bargain at the best. I think I must not be close with them. Well, David—well, Jonathan.
1st Footman. We have served your honor faithfully—
2d Footman. Hope your honor won't take offence—
Mr. H. The old story, I suppose—wages?
1st Footman. That's not it, your honor.