Reef. Indeed—and which do you think it is now?
Gil. Why, upon my word, it’s a very nice distinction: I can’t judge very well, so I’ll take you at your own word.
Reef. I’ve a little business here with a gentleman: do you know one Mr. Gwinett?
Gil. Gwinett! what, Ambrose Gwinett?
Reef. The same.
Gil. Know him!—I believe I do—a very fine, noble spirited,—
Reef. Aye, that’s enough; I want to see him—he’s in he house.
Gil. No, indeed.
Reef. Would you tell me a lie now?
Gil. Yes I would, if I thought it would answer any right purpose; I tell you he’s not in the house—and pray who are you?