carnaby. And which will be the better lover of a woman, a hungry or a well-fed man?
dr. remnant. A good meal digests love with it; for what is love but a food to live by . . but a hungry love will ofttimes devour its owner.
carnaby. Admirable! Give me a man in love to deal with. Vous l'avez vu?
dr. remnant. Speak Latin, Greek or Hebrew to me, Mr. Leete.
carnaby. French is the language of little things. My poor France! Ours is a little world, Parson . . . a man may hold it here. [His open hand.] Lord John Carp's a fine fellow.
dr. remnant. Son of a Duke.
carnaby. And I commend to you the originality of his return. At twelve we fight . . . at one-thirty he proposes marriage to my daughter. D'ye see him humbly on his knees? Will there be rain, I wonder?
dr. remnant. We need rain . . Abud?
abud. Badly, sir.