Sir Simon. Not in the least. Pray, Lady Caroline, come in. His lordship and I have just concluded.
Lord Fitz. And I must go and walk my three miles, this morning.
Sir Simon. Must you, my lord?
Lord Fitz. My physician prescribed it, when I told him I was apt to be dull, after dinner.
Sir Simon. I would attend your lordship;—but since Lady Caroline favours me with—
Lady Car. No, no—don't mind me. I assure you, I had much rather you would go.
Sir Simon. Had you?—hum!—but the petticoats have their new school of good breeding, too, they tell me. [Aside.] Well, we are gone—we have been glancing over the writings, Lady Caroline, that form the basis of my son's happiness:—though his lordship isn't much inclined to read.
Lady Car. But I am.—I came here to study very deeply, before dinner.
Sir Simon. What, would your ladyship, then, wish to—
[Showing the Writings.