Dicky. Ay sir, by all means; the first aim is the surest.
Clinch. jun. Now for a good jest, to make her laugh heartily——By Jupiter Ammon, I'll give her a kiss.
[Goes towards her.
Enter Wildair, interposing.
Sir H. 'Tis all to no purpose; I told you so before; your pitiful five guineas will never do. You may go; I'll outbid you.
Clinch. jun. What the devil! the madman's here again.
Lady D. Bless me, cousin, what d'ye mean? Affront a gentleman of his quality in my house?
Clinch. jun. Quality!—Why, madam, I don't know what you mean by your madmen, and your beaux, and your quality——they're all alike, I believe.
Lady D. Pray, sir, walk with me into the next room.
[Exit Lady Darling, leading Clincher, Dicky following.