Brazen. My dear, I'm yours.
Plume. Do you know the gentleman?
Brazen. No, but I will presently—Your name, my dear?
Syl. Wilful, Jack Wilful, at your service.
Brazen. What, the Kentish Wilfuls, or those of Staffordshire?
Syl. Both, sir, both; I'm related to all the Wilfuls in Europe, and I'm head of the family at present.
Plume. Do you live in the country, sir?
Syl. Yes, sir, I live where I stand; I have neither home, house, or habitation, beyond this spot of ground.
Brazen. What are you, sir?
Syl. A rake.