Arch. I hope so, for, I 'm sure, you did not think of me.
Cher. Suppose I had?
Arch. Why, then, you 're but even with me; for the minute I came in, I was a-considering in what manner I should make love to you.
Cher. Love to me, friend!
Arch. Yes, child. [364]
Cher. Child! manners!—If you kept a little more distance, friend, it would become you much better.
Arch. Distance! good-night, sauce-box. [Going.
Cher. [Aside.] A pretty fellow! I like his pride.— [Aloud.] Sir, pray, sir, you see, sir [Archer returns] I have the credit to be entrusted with your master's fortune here, which sets me a degree above his footman; I hope, sir, you an't affronted? [372]
Arch. Let me look you full in the face, and I 'll tell you whether you can affront me or no. 'Sdeath, child, you have a pair of delicate eyes, and you don't know what to do with 'em!
Cher. Why, sir, don't I see everybody?