Doric. Very well.
Sir Geo. It is not merely yourself in propriâ personâ that I object to; but, if you are intimate here, you'll make my house still more the fashion than it is; and it is already so much so, that my doors are of no use to me. I married Lady Frances to engross her to myself; yet such is the blessed freedom of modern manners, that, in spite of me, her eyes, thoughts, and conversation, are continually divided amongst all the Flirts and Coxcombs of Fashion.
Doric. To be sure, I confess that kind of freedom is carried rather too far. 'Tis hard one can't have a jewel in one's cabinet, but the whole town must be gratified with its lustre. He sha'n't preach me out of seeing his wife, though. Aside.
Sir Geo. Well, now, that's reasonable. When you take time to reflect, Doricourt, I always observe you decide right, and therefore I hope——
Enter Servant.
Serv. Sir, my Lady desires——
Sir Geo. I am particularly engaged.
Doric. Oh, Lord, that shall be no excuse in the world (leaping from the sopha). Lead the way, John.—I'll attend your Lady.
[Exit, following the Servant.
Sir Geo. What devil possessed me to talk about her!—Here, Doricourt! (Running after him.) Doricourt!