Louisa. Sir!
Ennui. In one word, I'll tell you my character,—I'm a lad of fashion!—I love gaming—I hate thinking—I like racing—I despise reading—I patronize boxing—I detest reasoning—I pay debts of honour,—not honourable debts—in short, I'll kick your servants—cheat your family, and fight your guardian—and so if you like me, take me—heh, damme!—I'm tired already!—yaw—aw.
[Yawns aside.
Louisa. Astonishing!—Mr Ennui—
Ennui. Ma'am? yaw—aw!
[Aside.
Louisa. Mr Ennui, can you be in your senses?
Ennui. In fact—I don't comprehend [Forgetting himself.]—Oh—ay—senses! [Recollecting himself.] a lad of fashion in his senses!—that's a very good joke!—if one of us had any sense, the rest would shut him up in a cabinet of curiosities, or show him as a wonderful animal:—they would, damme!—I can't support it!—yaw—aw!
[Yawns aside.
Louisa. So, you glory in your ignorance?