Aim. A sportsman, I suppose?
Bon. Yes, sir, he's a man of pleasure; he plays at whisk and smokes his pipe eight-and-forty hours together sometimes.
Aim. And married, you say? [100]
Bon. Ay, and to a curious woman, sir. But he's a—he wants it here, sir. [Pointing to his forehead.
Aim. He has it there, you mean?
Bon. That's none of my business; he's my landlord, and so a man, you know, would not—But—ecod, he's no better than—Sir, my humble service to you.— [Drinks.] Though I value not a farthing what he can do to me; I pay him his rent at quarter-day; I have a good running-trade; I have but one daughter, and I can give her—but no matter for that. [111]
Aim. You're very happy, Mr. Boniface. Pray, what other company have you in town?
Bon. A power of fine ladies; and then we have the French officers.
Aim. Oh, that's right, you have a good many of those gentlemen: pray, how do you like their company?
Bon. So well, as the saying is, that I could wish we had as many more of'em; they're full of money, and pay double for everything they have. They know, sir, that we paid good round taxes for the taking of 'em, and so they are willing to reimburse us a little. One of 'em lodges in my house. [123]
