Sav. A whim of Mr. Hardy's; he thought his daughter's charms would make a more forcible impression, if her lover remained in ignorance of them 'till his return from the Continent.
Enter Saville's Servant.
Serv. Mr. Doricourt, Sir, has been at Counsellor Pleadwell's, and gone about five minutes.
[Exit Servant.
Serv. Five minutes! Zounds! I have been five minutes too late all my life-time!—Good morrow, Courtall; I must pursue him. (Going.)
Court. Promise to dine with me to-day; I have some honest fellows. (Going off on the opposite side.)
Sav. Can't promise; perhaps I may.—See there, there's a bevy of female Patagonians, coming down upon us.
Court. By the Lord, then, it must be my strapping cousins.—I dare not look behind me—Run, man, run.
[Exit, on the same side.
SCENE II.—A Hall at Doricourt's. (A gentle knock at the door.)
Enter the Porter.