Dennis. Your own's in a snugger place, then? safe from the sharks of this dirty world, and be hang'd to 'em!
Pereg. Except the purse in my pocket, 'tis, now, I fancy, in a place most frequented by the sharks of this world.
Dennis. London, I suppose?
Pereg. The bottom of the sea.
Dennis. By my soul, that's a watering place—and you'll find sharks there, sure enough in all conscience.
Enter Mrs. Brulgruddery.
Mrs. Brul. What would you chuse to take, sir, after your walk this raw morning? We have any thing you desire.
Dennis. Yes, we have any thing. Any thing's nothing, they say.
[Aside.
Mrs. Brul. Dan, bustle about; and see the room ready, and all tidy; do you hear?