Bon. All but the 'squire himself, sir, as the saying is; he's in the house.
Sir C. What company has he?
Bon. Why, sir, there's the constable, Mr. Gage, the exciseman, the hunch-backed barber, and two or three other gentlemen.
Sir C. I find my sister's letters gave me the true picture of her spouse.
Enter Sullen, drunk.
Bon. Sir, here's the 'squire.
Sul. The puppies left me asleep——sir.
Sir C. Well, sir.
Sul. Sir, I am an unfortunate man—I have three thousand pounds a year, and I can't get a man to drink a cup of ale with me.
Sir C. That's very hard.