Shar. Yes Sir, and broke all the Lamps in the Parish.
Skin. Very pretty Employment for a Lady truly, and so, Madam, you came to Town merely to shew your Duty and Affection to me.
Shar. Yes Sir, and in hopes to be your Heir; we had a Report in the Country that you was Defunct; and I was in hopes to have found it true.
Skin. I am obliged to you, Madam.
Shar. There is another thing we have very current in the Country. I do not know how true it is.
Skin. What is it, I pray?
Shar. I have been told, Uncle, and from very good Hands, that you are little better than a Thief.
Skin. Madam!
Shar. And that you got all your Fortune by biting and sharping, extortion and cheating.
Skin. Harkee Madam, get out of my House this Minute, or I will order somebody to throw you out of the Window.