Camp. Very true—sailing in the same ship—and—But when you consider the past state of my mind——the black prospect before me.—
Sir Chr. Ha! ha! Black enough, I dare say.
Camp. The difficulty I have felt in bringing myself face to face to you.
Sir Chr. That I am convinced of—but I knew you would come the first opportunity.
Camp. Very true: yet the distance between the Governor of Barbadoes and myself. [Bowing.]
Sir Chr. Yes—a devilish way asunder.
Camp. Granted, sir: which has distressed me with the cruellest doubts as to our meeting.
Sir Chr. It was a toss up.
Camp. The old gentleman seems devilish kind.—Now to soften him. [Aside.] Perhaps, sir, in your younger days, you may have been in the same situation yourself.
Sir Chr. Who? I! 'sblood! no, never in my life.